#mama snow au

[praxidikegal]

District 13 AU (I should really stop calling it 13AU, it's a snowbaird happily ever after AU)

Orpheus Sage Snow

Nickname: Sejy

Third of my Snowbaird kid

Born and grew up in district 13 along with his elder sisters. When he was younger, he nearly died from a pox outbreak, which led to his father, fully joining 13 to the rebellion. Moved to the Capitol at 16.His father enrolled him into his former academy to assimilate him into the Capitol and went to school there along with his childhood friend, Micheal. There, he met his first friend, Ophelia Vickers (Coriolanus, knowing his opinionated son and not wanting him to end up like a certain someone, requested his former classmate to have her daughter befriend his son) then he met Julius "Julian" Creed. The four became fast friends.

Orpheus Sage loves wearing his mother's jewelry and loves to visit his mother's family in 12 (to which Julian would insist in coming along). Orpheus Sage also has a natural charisma and massive flirt and is genuinely physically affectionate. He is rebellious and would often not listen to anyone but his mother. His shenanigans had led to the news and sometimes kidnapped that no bodyguard ever stayed employed with him.

He will outright ignore anyone who will not say his full name. The only other nickname he will answer to is "Sejy" but it's only cuz that's what Ophelia had affectionally call him and that he notice his father flinches when he is called by that nickname and so never correct it.

In college, he studied and graduated in a chemistry majors(insisted by his father) with a deal that his father would fund and any projects he does. He then later pursue a career in music and theatre. His singing career is a hit and has led to travel everywhere and mostly away from his family's politics but helps out in ways he can whenever they badger him.

Their band back in when they were in the academy (Julian plays the piano)

[snowbellsquiver]

AU:

Snow and Charming escape the curse through the wardrobe to a land without magic just before Snow gives birth to baby Emma on the side of the highway. She awakens a day later in this strange new land to Emma’s cries. Disoriented, Charming reassures her that they are safe and she marvels over Emma; relieved for the first time since her wedding. They got away. Good will always win.

[sabraeal]

The Strong Pack Thrives, Part 3

[Read on AO3]

Written for @kpslp, who was the second raffled winner for my 1000 Follower celebration!

The mattress yields beneath the weight of her knee, as welcoming as the groan that tears from Obi’s throat, coaxing her further forward—

Until Shirayuki bumps against his outstretch hand. His palm burns through both skirt and petticoats, fingers fitted around the wide curve of her hip, holding her still. Or more likely: keeping her at bay.

His eyelashes flutter over the sharp jut of his cheekbone, only a sliver of molten gold peering through a cage of black lace. “You can’t help like that, Miss.”

Shirayuki’s tongue sits sluggish in her mouth, clumsy as she murmurs, “What do you mean?”

Alphas may be famed for their acute senses, for their ability to detect the most minute change in mood and attitude, but there is something distinctly different about that knowledge when Obi’s head inclines toward her. When his nostrils flare and it is no longer some dry paragraph she read in a treatise a handful of years ago, but her scent being sampled, rolling around in his sinuses like lords taste wine. “I can’t smell you.”

Impossible. Not when the tops of her thighs are so slick they nearly squeak. “Weren’t you just complaining that you could?”

There’s a flash of teeth when his mouth tilts, matching the coquettish flutter of his eyelashes. “Well, Miss, that was before.”

“B-before?”

His hand flexes, fitting closer, thumb stretching across the crease of her thigh. There’s a vein there, a large one, and she wonders if he can feel the way her pulse thrums, careening from one beat to the next, a runaway stallion driving her heart. “Before you said you’d come to bed.”

There’s barely enough air in her lungs to stutter out an, “O-oh.”

“You’re wearing too much.” His thumb drags over the fabric of her skirt, squeezing thoughtfully at the end of its arc. “It’d be better if we were skin-to-skin.”

Her tongue tries to wet her lips, but his eyes fix on it, darkening as they follow every useless slide, and— and her mouth is too incredibly dry to manage it. “I-I…could take off my j-jacket.”

Obi doesn’t reply; he only settles back, letting his hand fall from her hip to the mattress. It should be less distracting without his clever fingers dancing just at the corner of her vision, being helpful, as he puts it— and underfoot, according to everyone else. But instead her attention catches on the way the lamplight pools on his chest, turning bare flesh to living, breathing bronze, and the buttons fumble right out from beneath her fingers.

There’s not a drop of innocence in him as his eyes lift, searing a languid trail from hip to throat before meeting her own. “Need help, Miss?”

He twists, rolling up to his elbow, and the sheets shift around him, falling from rib to hip on one side and cutting down across his abdomen on the other, baring the tip of a dark trail leading down—

“I-I can handle it,” she gasps, cheeks burning as she twists away. Shirayuki’s never had complaints about her natural inclination; being a beta has always suited her best— but when Obi allows that dark chuckle to rumble out from his chest, she wishes that she might have an alpha’s nose, if only to scent his desire as keenly as he does hers.

She looses the clasp at her throat, stripping the coat from her shoulders and setting it neatly aside. Fussing with its folds buys her a moment to think, to consider the silky gown she’d worn beneath it— it’s plain, a close-cut cream color meant to merely offset the deep red of the wool atop it, and without the amount of petticoats necessary to survive the North’s colder months, would do little to conceal scent or skin. And yet, yet—

Her hands fall to its closures as well— smaller ones than the coat, little hooks and eyes devised to lie flat beneath it— the first at the neck, and next the dip of her collarbone. The third— just above the dip between her breasts— gives her trouble, the metal slipping from her quivering fingers, and the loss of momentum nearly makes her lose her nerve as well. That is, until Obi’s breath catches, the scent of musk and spice so thick she sways on her feet.

The clasps trail to just below her belly, but Shirayuki only manages the next two before she wriggles out, dragging the whole thing right over her head. She’s less fastidious about its folds, managing to get the arms tucked over the skirts before she abandons it to fuss with her first layer of petticoats.

“Stays too,” Obi suggests, onces she’s removed two of the three, eyes fixed to where they’re laced. “You’d be more comfortable.”

Her lips press together. He’s hardly wrong— flexible as they are, they did little more in supine than poke in odd places— but still, she’s aware it’s one more layer of armor being bargained away, a barrier between her skin and his, pried loose by flimsy reason.

And yet, it doesn’t stop her from tugging at the laces. The linen cord resists as she tries to coax it from its knot, working it loose enough so that she might win free. The weight of his eyes on her makes her itchy, impatient— she’d never thought of her undergarments in terms of allure, but there’s none with her short stays. Just a simple starched tube with baleen run through it, meant to go over head head, and ah, if only she’d thought to wear her combinations, then at least there might be some enticing lace and froth, as silly as she’d always found it—

“Slower,” Obi tells her, half a growl.

It takes a moment for her knees to hold her, for the heat pooling between her legs to become bearable. But then she begins again, the slim strap of her stays slipping down her shoulder as she works the laces loose, enough that she can finally lift it over her head—

“The stockings too.”

She hesitates, peering at him through the webwork of her arms and stays. “Stockings?” Even with the carpet, the floor would be freezing, and her arms are already pimpling from the chill. “Why?”

There’s an attempt at innocence now; eyes batting wide and sweet— belied by the hunger in them, pupil nibbling away at iris until all that’s left is the barest corona of gold. “They’ll itch.”

If she’d worn her usual wool, Shirayuki might agree, but she hadn’t dare wear anything but her best to breakfast. There's no reason to tempt Rugilia's lord to dote on her, not when Eisetsu had been so eager to dress her in gold and crepe only days ago. “They’re silk.”

His eyebrows twitch, intrigued. “Then I guess you could leave them on.”

She nearly does— there’s been enough of her armor peeled from her already— but she catches the lazy lilt of his mouth and decides that in some cases, bare skin might be better protection than covered. Obi, for his part, simply hums— not disappointed, but interested.

When she stands, only a linen chemise to cover her, smoothing the fabric down her hips, mischief sparks in those hungry eyes. “You know, Miss, maybe—”

“This is enough,” she informs him, firmer than she feels— steady, unlike the step she takes toward the bed. “Don’t let your eyes be bigger than your stomach.”

“Haah, Miss.” The words rumble through the mattress, shivering up the knee she sets on it. “You don’t know the half of it.”

With no more warning than that, the blankets rise up to swallow her whole.

*

It’s disorienting at first. Like how it is to fall through the ice— shocking, enough to make a mind forget which way is up and which is down, every direction collapsing into either here or not here. Only instead of teeth-chattering cold to overwhelm her, it is scent, spice and musk and sex all tumbled together until she is left panting, pressed against the hard planes of his body, heat scorching her even through her chemise.

“Finally,” he groans, burying his nose at the crook of her neck and just— just huffing, as if he’s a man lost in the desert and her scent’s the oasis that will slake his thirst. It’s hard to think with him so close, with his hands holding her so tight she’s half convinced she’ll find whole prints when she climbs back out again. It’d hardly be the first time; despite the careful distance Obi usually keeps, she’d found a thumb and a few fingers that time she jumped off Brecker’s tower, and a whole hand when she’d knocked him into the snow their first time in Lilias. But this—

This is different. Thinking of those marks on her— ones to match the nip he’d given her in the carriage, his fingers so deep within her she could barely do more than breathe through the fire in her veins—

Well, a beta doesn’t rut, doesn’t go into heat, but whatever his scent does to her must be close to it.  Since when his canines prick the soft stretch of her skin, she only moans, tilting her head to give him more to—

“W-wait,” she gasps, sense shivering through her his teeth bear down. “E-excuse me! That’s n-not— that’s not why—”

She has to swallow the sound that tries to escape her as his jaw unlocks from her throat.

“Haah, sorry, Miss,” he purrs, not the least bit contrite as his tongue soothes the bite. “Just got…excited.”

With her palms trapped against his chest, she can feel it— the wild beat of his heart, galloping against her palms. But as he settles against her, nose buried up under her ear the way he had at the manor, she also feels it lull— not to calmness, but to something less like a race against time. Something less like danger.

Relief rushes through her; holding her this way, scenting her, may not be the cure, but it at least takes the edge off his desire, turning urgent to optional, need simply to want. Hardly comfortable, but she’ll take it over the sweating, feverish pain he’d been in only moments ago.

Her body does not so much relax as release, every muscle easing into his welcome heat. His grip is too tight for her arms to move from his chest, but her legs shift, one of her calves lifting over his, tugging it gently between her own. There’s no danger to being close now, not when his breath flutters so soothingly at her neck, when his hands have ceased their bruising strength, and when he shifts, loosening his panicked grip on her—

Oh.

There’s something hard trapped between their bellies. Something that twitches with her sharp breath, even though Obi hardly seems to notice. Something that she would be happy to ignore, if only—

If only it weren’t so close to where his fingers had pressed into her. Where they had left her, stretched and sated, and now— now she can’t control the heat that flashes through her, can’t clamp down on how it floods between her legs, and— and Obi groans.

His musky scent had already been strong beneath the blankets, but it’s overpowering now, her fingers curling into his chest if only to keep herself steady. A mistake; she could have ignored it before, could have laid there, pretending to be none the wiser, but the moment her nails scrape at his skin— he twitches. Right against her hip. Not once but twice, a shiver shuddering through him, and— and it’s hardly his fault, really, it’s just serendipity, the reality of how their bodies align, but—

But he shifts between the first and the second, no longer flat against her hip but angled, the shaft skirting the edge of where she throbs. It rubs against her, not where she needs, but so close, hardly more than a full breath keeping her from that delicious shiver she’d felt with his fingers.

It's nothing to move against it. An accident really. Just the barest tilt of her hips. Nothing suggestive, but enough to let it shift, resting fully along her belly. A widening of her legs that leaves the base nestled right above where she throbs, needing—

Ah, she hardly knows, but— something. Something she can almost taste the shadows of when her hips jostle into his, a thin finger of lightning scouring up her spine. Her breath saws into his shoulder, thoughts skittering out with it, leaving only one behind: more.

He’s right there, isn’t he? So close that she nearly aches with anticipation for the next accident, the next fumbling brush that would send those wisps of pleasure storming beneath her skin, bringing her closer to the release she no longer lingers over, but craves. It would be easy to stumble into another mistake, for hips to shift or legs to slip, to chase that lightning with no one at fault but sheer coincidence—

So there’s no way for him to tell that it’s not, that this tiny bump of their hips isn’t a clumsiness but calculation, and that the others that follow— not frequent enough to make a rhythm, to seem purposeful— keep the tingle itching beneath her skin, not quite scratching, and yet—

“Ow!” Her nails bite into bronze, trapped so tight she can’t wriggle lose enough to rub at her neck, but there’s no need, not when Obi’s mouth is already soothing when he nipped.

“Sorry, sorry,” he murmurs, little more than brushes against bruised flesh, hands clutching her hips so tight she can barely breathe, let alone move. “It’s— your scent. I can— I can smell you…”

“O-oh.” It seems impossible when her nose is so full of musk and pine and spice she’s practically choking on him. And yet his hand drops, gripping just above the joint of her knee to hitch it over his hip, and she smells it— that faint sweetness of apple and a whiff of fresh herbs. Her. “But—”

That grip drags her further, not just spreading her over the hip but wrapping around it, angling her so close that his shaft no longer rests above where she needs him but against it, the thin linen of her chemise trapped between them. That alone is enough to flush the air from her lungs, to leave her so breathless she can only manage an, “Oh!” before—

Before he lowers his grip past her hips and grinds, pleasuring flooding her so suddenly, so deeply she tastes it. Her tongue flicks over her lips to savor the flavor. There’s nothing trapping her hands now, but she can do little but clutch at him, gasping and squirming as his relentless rutting sets every thought toppling out of her head. All her treatise and theories elide to moans, thready and desperate as they escape with her, struggling to tread the water of her desire.

Her chemise is damp where it presses against her, soaked, and it rucks up with each of his thrusts. Inch by inch it bares her to him, makes her aware that though his trousers cling tight to his legs, his cock has long escaped them. It’s different than in the carriage, when she’d held him against her and let that long slide push her up and over the crest of her pleasure; now he’s the one holding her, thrusting into her at his own pace, no barrier between them, and— and—

It’s not enough. It’s too much. It’s— something, but there’s not enough of her mind left to make it up, only the static shivering under her skin and the heady scent of spice seeping through her. A good thing she doesn’t have to, since Obi makes it for her— with one arm slung over her back and the other under her bottom, he rolls, bringing him to his back and both her knees falling to frame his hips.

Shirayuki blinks, head lifting, hands falling, reaching out to brace against his chest. The tight cocoon of sheets is a tangle around them, a hopeless knot of silk and velvet and down— but one that parts as she sits back, tumbling like water down a fall until it pool at her hips, leaving him bare beneath her hands. Her breath catches; oh, she’s seen Obi on his back before, with chest both covered and not, but never like this— with hunger so naked in his eyes she longs to know what it would be like to be consumed.

“Obi.” Her nails curl, digging the same furrows her brows do. “Why…?”

Did you stop? She had hardly known what she meant to ask, but that’s what spring to her lips, desperate, needy. But she can’t possibly ask— not when she offered her scent solely to soothe him, to calm the instincts that civil society no longer requires from its alphas. She can’t simply change her mind now because—

“Ha-aah!” Her hands scrabble down his belly, trying to find purchase as his hands hook behind her knees, dragging her up, forward, until the hard ridge of his cock nestles between her folds. They catch in the sparse hair tracing down his belly, and oh, it’s all she can do to hang on as his hips cant against hers, dragging the length of him right along her slit, reminding her of how much emptiness can ache. “Obi, I…”

No actual words come to her, not when his tip catches on the ridge of her pubic bone and he moans, so long and loud she can hear herself grown wetter. The sound of him sliding through her slick tangles between her gasps and his groans, a mortifying symphony that only makes her hotter, slicker, and when their eyes meet—

His drop, right to where his cock ruts against her cunt. Or where it would, if her chemise didn’t lay damp and heavy on his stomach, obscuring his view. His mouth twists, impatient, and ah, she nearly apologizes until one hand reaches out, fisting the linen in his grip. With a sharp tug, it lifts, and oh, haah, there he is, the flushed head of his cock peeking out from between her lips. His hips tilt, pulling back, and it disappears, dragging along that throbbing bud before peeping out again. It should be ridiculous, a child’s game of hide and seek, but instead—

Instead, it’s enough to make a new rush of slick to flood between her legs. Her scent blooms strong even to her deadened nose, and Obi arches back against his pillow, growling, fingers clenched tight around her thighs. “Not enough.”

Frustrated, that’s how he sounds. Unsatisfied. Disappointed. Shirayuki’s heart flutters to her throat. “What—?”

Obi’s always been fond of words— too fond, Kiki always told her, too polite to roll her eyes, how like an omega— even if his quick thinking often talked him into more trouble than out of it. But despite his reputation— for a silver tongue, Obi would insist, even as Zen snorted, for being mouthy— it’s action where he’s always excelled. And now is no different; with no more answer than a groan, the hands wrapped around her thighs urge her forward, knees no longer framing his hips, but goading her up to his waist, and—

And it’s too fast. Shirayuki manages to creep only a couple inches across the mattress before her ankles tangle in sheets and her knees catch on her chemise, spilling her flat across his chest. A mortifying position to start, made worse by the way her bottom sticks straight up like a bitch eager for a mount. If he wasn’t beneath her, she might think this was how he wanted her, bared and begging, but—

But it’s not. Not when his palms fit right over the backs of her thighs and tug, dragging her up over his chest, so quick she barely has time to reach out her hands and brace against the headboard. He doesn’t stop, not until she’s got her knees hooked over his shoulders, so close to him that his breath ruffles the deeper auburn curling over her mound. It’s an odd position, one that leaves her off-kilter and exposed even as her chemise drapes over his chin, covering everything from his nose down.

It’s the damp part, of course, soaked in her slick and thick with her scent, and she grimaces. There’s no polite way to pluck it up, no stock apologies for having literally rubbed his nose in her scent, but—

But his eyes meet hers, iris barely more than a thin hold thread wrapped around the abyss of his pupils, and he licks a long, languid stripe down her folds.

“Haa-aaah!” She clutches at the headboard as he goes back for seconds. It’s terrible how she can feel his smirk against her skin, how he splits her lips with the gentlest prod of his tongue, lapping deeper. The tip teases the shape of her slit, tracing up one side before sliding over the other, reminding her that she’s empty, reminding her that she could be filled, and, haah, she want to watch him, to see why his eyes flutter so coyly shut, and—

And then Obi sucks, and oh, this chemise has got to go.

At least, that’s what she’d like to do. But the pleasure sparking beneath her skin makes her fingers clumsy, tangling in the hem only to let it slip from her fingers, the soaked part slapping right over his nose.

“Sorry,” she gasps, taking the fabric he hands her, his snickers sending an unbearably enticing hum through her bones. “I just— oh—”

It gets up over her shoulders this time, but there’s buttons and sleeves and lace; a veritable maze of an undergarment, made no better by every thought in her head abandoning her as Obi sinks two fingers into her, right down to the last knuckle.

“Just a moment!” she pants, heaving herself off him. “I just have to—”

She clambers off the bed, enduring the terrible rumble of his laugh, purring out from so deep in his chest she’s half tempted to go back and catch them with her mouth. The floor is freezing beneath her bare feet, but it’s bracing too, giving her surer footing than his mouth had, and she lifts it over her head. It’s so much easier now to tip over, letting the weight of the skirt puddle the mass of linen beside her heels, finally leaving her bare.

It’s with a silly sort of pride that she turns back to him, like a child having figured out how to take off their own stockings. There’s certainly amusement in Obi’s eyes when she meets him, but there’s heat too, a promise, and when she looks down he— he’s—

He’s touching himself.

[onedivinemisfit]

Rimworld, lord and lady of the aspen hills~

AnS (c) Akizuki Sorata

Art: Me

[chibifox2002]

It's 11 at night but I saw a lot of flowers today so here's Mama D trying to figure out flowers!

(someone help her 😅)

[windfighter]

Prompt: Bad luck

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The ice cracked beneath Kouji. He screamed. Icy water wrapped around him, cut through his limbs and rushed into his lungs. He closed his mouth, curled up. Tried to spot the hole, but everything was dark under the ice. He couldn’t tell what was up and down.

Kouji’s lungs were burning. He needed oxygen. He opened his mouth again, coughed. Air left him, bubbles floating to the surface. Water replaced it, ran down his throat. The cold water was freezing, it felt like his lungs were on fire. He kicked, tried to move through the water, follow the bubbles to the surface, but his body felt heavy. Slow.

It was getting hard to keep his eyes open.

Another splash cut through the quiet of the water. Arms wrapped around Kouji’s chest, pulled at him. He tried to break free, but couldn’t move, his body too tired. Something kicked against his leg and he tried to kick as well, tried to help get them through the water. His legs hung limp.

They broke though the surface. Kouji tried to pull air into his lungs, coughed to get the water out. He couldn’t, his coughs too weak.

”I’ve got him!” Tomoki’s voice called. ”Rope!”

Ice cracked, Tomoki’s grip around Kouji’s chest got tighter. Kouji wanted to say something, but his brain was just as still as the rest of his body. He closed his eyes.

The ice was cold beneath him. His wet clothes got stuck to it. Someone put him on his side and he could finally cough up the water. Air replaced it.

”Hey. Try to stay awake”, Kouichi asked him.

Kouji was starting to feel warm. Tired. He wasn’t sure he could.

”We need to get him dry clothes”, Junpei said.

Breathing was still a struggle. His head was lifted off the ice, placed on something soft and dry. He was safe. It was probably fine for him to accept the call of unconsiousness. Hands started pulling at his clothes, and Kouji fell into oblivion.

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Something was beeping next to Kouji. He opened his eyes, glanced around. Hospital. He closed his eyes again.

”How long”, his voice was rough, talking hurt. He coughed. ”...was I out?”

”Four hours”, Kouichi answered and grabbed his hand. ”Mama and dad will be back soon, the others weren’t allowed to stay.”

Kouji nodded. Kouichi squeezed his hand.

”Get some more rest, your body temperature is still low.”

Kouji fell back asleep.

[prcttyinpcnk]

"Mama!!"

Of course, she's busy. Mama Jackie and Rosie were running like crazy to keep this place afloat and make sure everyone was safe. Meanwhile, she's been on the field trying to collect survivors with her friends. Everyone's spinning around like a chicken without a head. Hopefully this idea she has might put less stress on them...

"No one, Mama, No one... At least not yet. I have a question. What's the biggest blizzard you can make? Like how much area can it cover?"

[ XXX ] @rcseteaparty

[bunnyhugs77]

Daddy Daycare

Pairing: Technician! Jungkook x Teacher's Assistant! Reader

Word Count: 6.7k

Part: 1, 2, 3

Series Content: daycare au, suggestive themes, love at first sight? dilf jk, mentions of antidepressants, mint jk and blonde jk, jk cant sleep, sexual themes, he's so whipped, toxic ex, minor baby mama drama, gold diggers, mentions of death, complicated family history, cute kid cameos, reader can't drive, jk is good with his hands, mentions of abusive relationships, so much fluff.

Other Series Content: soft dom! jk, muscle kink, pussy puts his ass to sleep, unprotected sex (just don't), oral sex (f! and m! receiving), brief choking, minor breeding kink, hickeys, brief dom! reader, reader makes him wait, intimate cuddling, praise.

"And the kiss. Oh, Vanessa, the kiss was something else!" You exclaim, helping to set up the Christmas decorations around the class.

It was only the day after Thanksgiving which means the Christmas season was now in full swing. Stepping up on the small stepping stool to hang the green tinsel over the whiteboard.

"It sounds like you had a good night. What's the problem then?" Vanessa sets up the miniature Christmas tree in the corner.

"I did. Everything was going so well. Dare I say perfectly, until his phone was going off non stop from someone named Hanna saying things like 'when am I gonna see you again' and 'I can't stop thinking about our night together'"

Vanessa gasps. "So what did Jungkook say?" You chew on our bottom lip, "He was putting Ryan to bed in the other room, so he wasn't there when I saw those messages pop up." She tsks.

"I tried to tell you. Nothing good comes from dealing with a parent." You sighed heavily, looking out the window at the playground that was covered in a thick white blanket of snow.

"I know, but I couldn't help it. Him and his stupid smile and his pretty eyes." Vanessa hums smugly. "I'm sure Hanna thinks the same thing." You groan. She's right.

"You're right, I shouldn't get involved. She could be the mother of his child for all I know."

"For your own sake. You better pray she's not. Ex's are a royal pain in the-"

"Good Morning." Vanessa interrupts her own words as she greets the parents that walked in.

Crouching near the bookshelf while you organized the fallen books, from the corner of your eye you were able to pick up on the entrance of your minor headache. Not Ryan, of course, his father.

Ryan was just a sweetheart who greeted you with a hug so tight that he'd knocked you out of your crouched position onto your bum. "Ryan! Be careful." You'd never heard Jungkook's voice so stern. You make sure the boy is okay and help him back to his feet before moving your hair back to where it should be.

"Sorry, Ms. Hill." He apologizes with those big brown eyes that he clearly gets from his dad. "It's okay, I'm fine." You reassure with a smile and he runs off.

Jungkook offers you his hand to help you up but you stand on your own, dusting off your jeans with a clearing of your throat. "Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I promise. I landed on the carpet."

"That's not what I meant." He says.

Taking a quick glance around the classroom, noticing some parents still making their way in and out of the classroom and the kids making their way to their seats. "You know, now really isn't a good time-" About to move out of his way, he steps in front of you.

Instinctively your eyes rolled, trying to remember what Vanessa told you. Not to get involved. "I know you saw the texts. Let me explain." You shake your head, "It's none of my business, there's nothing to explain. You should get going. I wouldn't want you to be late for work."

With that said, you walk away, heading towards the desks where your students waited patiently for instruction.

Jungkook walked out of the daycare that day deflated and unable to think about anything aside from you, and that look in your eyes. Like you were disappointed, as if you had high hopes for him and he let you down.

He thought he could just move past it, maybe even accept that things wouldn't work out between the two of you, but seeing you everyday, smiling with all the other parents and giving him nothing more than a simple head acknowledgement was killing him.

As much as he wanted to explain himself, he didn't want to force himself into your life. He wanted you to want to hear him out, even if that meant the two of you not talking much or at all for a few weeks then he was going to have to be okay with that.

But there were some days he had to physically restrain himself from breaking the no-contact. He remembers the day vividly. It was the first week back from winter break, maybe he was so pent up because he hadn't been able to see you for two weeks or if it was how good you looked in your leggings.

All he knows is that somewhere between that mix and you squatting to pick something from off the ground, for the briefest of seconds he'd caught sight of the strappy black thong that rose over your hips before they were hidden once again under your bottoms.

No one would've noticed it. No one that wasn't mildly obsessed with you that is. He quickly sent Ryan off and left for work. Managing to somehow squeeze in 13 hours of work into an 8 hour shift, he'd overcompensated as a means to distract himself.

"So you guys just haven't talked since you shooed him?" Vanessa asks for clarification, wrapping her scarf securely around her neck, getting ready to head out after offering you a ride which you couldn't object to, weather conditions were worsening as you were entering the heart of winter in the middle of January.

"I didn't shoo him, but I definitely would've handled things differently if I knew he would start avoiding me. I didn't want things to end like this." You explain, digging your hands deep into your pockets the moment the two of you stepped outside. The chilling air blew in your hair and around your earmuffs with determination.

You strapped yourself in passenger seat, "So you didn't actually want things to end?" With your head laying back on the headrest you puffed out a stressed breath, unintentionally making a small circle of condensation on your window. Like a child you drew a little heart in the middle.

"I thought I did, y'know? Wanted to do what you said and stay away, but maybe I got hasty." She hums oddly, making a ominous "Mhm" sound. "What does that mean?" She pulls out of the parking lot slowly, the snow was really falling tonight, laying on the ground in thick increments.

"Nothing." Turning to face her with your body, "No, no. Say it."

"I've been here. You know I've been here, I've been in a very similar position, but I did somehow manage to get a decent outcome, but things could've gotten much worse, not just for the relationship but for his kid at the time. So, I guess what I'm saying is, take this little break to really think about if this is the kind of thing you want to get yourself involved in."

You nodded, sitting with your hands in your lap like an obedient child. Really taking what Vanessa was saying into deep consideration. Deciding to reflect on it for the rest of the car ride to your building.

"What a day." You sigh, as you drop your keys onto the small counter you kept near the door.

The first thing you noticed was how cold it was inside your apartment, as if trying to compete with the flurrying outdoors. "Why is it so cold in here?" You whisper to yourself.

Flicking on the lights, or at least that's what you wanted. "What the--" the switch flies up then down then up again with the tip of your finger as you restlessly try to turn the lights on. "You've got to be joking."

Wrapping yourself tighter into your jacket as you walk through your dark apartment, relying on the sheer memorization of the layout to get you to the bathroom where you tried turning on the tap. Nothing.

The pipes must've frozen. and the snowstorm blew out your power.

This was great news for you, you'd always loved the movie Frozen and now you get to experience it first hand!!

"You've reached the voicemail box of--"

"Fuck you!" You shout at your phone after 5 hours and the twelfth attempt you'd made at calling your landlord. He's always been an asshole but ignoring his tenants when they were freezing to death is an all new low even for him.

You'd managed to wrap yourself in a blanket burrito surrounded by the 4 candles you were able to light before your hands began to freeze. Your body was barely managing to keep warm until you remembered the small cheap space heater you'd bought from a thrift store a few years back.

But it was buried deep in your closet. However, it took you no time to find it as you dug through the mountains of miscellaneous objects and finally pulled it out from the bottom.

Rushing to plug it in with desperation. Then you remembered. There was no power. As badly as you wanted to scream and toss the heater across your dimly lit room, you didn't. Instead you sat quietly in your burrito and began to cry.

What if this was it?

Tomorrow your students would find out their teacher had frozen to death. Were you being dramatic? You weren't even sure. You're not even sure how they would react, but you're sure the parents would be shocked- and Jungkook.

Jungkook.

"Jungkook!" You gasp. Your freezing hands reaching for your phone, trying to type in his number as fast as you could but your joints felt like they were dead locked in place and moved 1 key per minute.

The phone began to ring, and ring,,,

On the other end of the line, Jungkook was also having a pretty rough night. Laying on his bed with his bare stomach facing the ceiling eyes wide open and his brain a never ending circus.

He tried to focus on his breathing, but he couldn't sleep.

He hasn't been able to get a good sleep for a few months now.

Turning on his side he looked at the picture of him and Ryan at his third birthday party. He was so much smaller then. 'I looked so happy' he thinks to himself with a sad smile on his face.

Beginning to wish that Ryan was with him in that moment but he knew it was for the best that he'd dropped him at his parents' for the weekend. He was beginning to enter one of those episodes and he couldn't stop it, no matter how badly he wanted to, no matter how hard he tries to.

Ryan deserved a father who could be happy all the time-- He sits up. Holding his head in his hands, taking deep breaths. Erasing those thoughts- trying to. Slowly letting his vision roam back to his night stand drawer where he kept his pills.

God, was it always going to be like this?

Lifelessly he reached for the handle and pulled it open, his hands blindly reaching for the cylindrical bottle and unscrewing the cap taking the recommended dose before putting it away.

He lays back down with a soft grunt, staring up at the ceiling tumultuously. Resting his hands on his firm core, focusing on the way it rises and falls with every breath, thinking about the day it stops. The day he's no longer sentenced to the time he's currently serving in his own mind-

"I should try to get some sleep" He mumbles to no one in particular.

His eyes shoot open after a mere 3 seconds of being closed. He listens to it ring, ring and ring, not sure he's in the mood to be taking any calls right now.

Though, it may be his parents with an emergency. He finds himself rolling onto his stomach, more than shocked to see your name pop up on his phone.

"Hello?"

"H-Hi! It's me. I'm sorry if I woke you up," Your voice was refreshing, like the first ray of sunshine after a dark and stormy night or the smell of fresh coffee in the morning.

"No, you didn't wake me. What's up?" You weren't sure if you were looking too deep into things but he sounded different. His voice was flatter, none of that familiar bubbly hint to be found in it, then again, It was nearly one in the morning.

"You probably don't remember but you gave me your card, and said if I ever had any technical issues I could give you a call," your teeth were chattering, prompting you to wrap yourself even tighter.

"I remember." How could he forget.

"Yea! Well, my apartment has no power or running water, so its pretty cold over here, and I was wondering if you had any tips or tricks on how to get something to work."

He sits up abruptly. "What?"

"Yeah, my landlord is pretty shitty and hasn't answered my calls, I'm not even sure if maintenance is available or even knows about the situation themselves." You hear some muffling on the other end assuming he'd dropped his phone but it was actually Jungkook rushing to put on a shirt.

"Hello?" you say blankly, wondering if you'd lost connection.

"It's a fucking snowstorm outside. You'll freeze." You laugh, and that stops him in his tracks for a moment, "Oh I know, I'm getting a little taste of that right now actually. Do you by any chance know what the first signs of frostbite are?"

"Send me your address, I'm coming to get you."

"No, Jungkook. I wont let you do that, the roads are terrible." He doesn't respond, or maybe he does, you couldn't hear over the sound of keys jingling.

Clearly it was useless trying to change his mind, and the last thing you'd want is for him to go out of his way for nothing so you sent him your address.

What would usually be 15 minute drive had turned into 40 with the poor weather conditions but it wasn't any more than an hour before you heard knocking on your door.

Still wrapped in your thick blankets you opened it.

"Are you alright? How do you feel?" Jungkook inspects you, taking your hands in his, "You're ice cold." He says, reaching into his jacket pocket and placing his hand warmers in yours. "Keep those, they'll help you warm up." He insists.

"Do you have everything?" You nod while briefly raising your overnight bag. "Okay, let's go."

The drive over was silent, you somehow managed to fit your seatbelt over your jacket and blanket that you couldn't part with. Jungkook periodically looked over to se if you were okay, never actually saying anything but the concern in his eyes was evident with every glance.

The first step inside his place gave you chills, the good kind, finally. Not the ones that left you shaking for warmth. It was so warm, Jungkook took your bag while walking you towards the living room as he turned on the fireplace, suggesting you warm up before doing anything else.

"Here," He hands you a warm mug of hot chamomile with a bit of honey for sweetness. "Thank you, Jungkook. For everything." You say sincerely, afraid you'd be repaying him for all the times he'd saved your ass in this life and the next.

"Don't mention it." Unwilling to accept such a humble response, "No. I'm serious. I disturbed your night, and you dropped everything to help me." He smiles for the first time all night, it was a small one but it was still a smile.

"I told you, already. I wasn't doing anything. I'm actually glad you called, it was nice to get out of my head for a bit." your head tilts unconsciously at that last part. "Nevermind." Checking his watch, it was nearly three in the morning.

"I set up your stuff in my room. It's getting pretty late, you should get some rest." Your eyes were feeling pretty heavy now that he mentioned it, you didn't fight it. Slowly standing from the pile of throw overs you'd buried yourself underneath making your way upstairs.

"Wait." You pause at the first step.

"Where's Ryan?" You should've realized sooner, but what could you say, you were a bit wrapped up earlier. Literally. "He's at his grandparents, probably snoring right now as we speak." You smile.

You'd gotten ready, taking a much needed shower and tying your hair back into two braids so that they would have some soft waves for tomorrow.

You sat cross legged on Jungkook's bed with your MacBook on your lap as you went through some of the classroom picture's you were yet to send to parents from the Winter Wonderland Concert the daycare had put on last week.

"Hey," Your head snaps up to see Jungkook peeking his head through the door, "I just wanted to say Goodnight." He says and you smile, but you'd just come across something you're sure he would love to see.

"Come look at this video of Ryan singing his interpretation of the opera singer we had perform last week." Jungkook sits beside you on the bed with his legs stretched out in front of him.

He paused when he turned to look at you, "What?" Your face is puzzled at his concentrated expression. "I didn't know you wore glasses?" He says and it reminds you that this was the first time he'd seen you with lenses on, or anyone for that matter.

"Yeah, I usually wear contacts-- Look! This is the part," You get distracted as the video begins to play. And somehow one video turns into five and the computer slides off your lap into the gap between the both of you as your head laid against his padded shoulder.

You'd fallen asleep. Slowly Jungkook closes the laptop and places it on the nightstand, even more carefully removing your glasses and placing them on top of the stowed away device.

Letting you down gently until your head hits the pillow, he sneakily begins to slip out of your grasp. "Stay." You say, your eyes closed and body still. Maybe he was hearing things. He shakes it off and begins to step away.

"Please, m'Cold." You mumble into the pillow with your eyes still shut.

"Do you want me to turn up the heat?" He offers like the gentleman he is, for the first time he saw a sign of consciousness as you slightly shake your head. "I want you to stay, please?"

He was nervous. Settling himself under the convers with you, remaining as far as possible and turning off the bedside lamp. Within two minutes his body froze as you'd rolled over from your side until your head was on his chest.

He wonders if you could feel the way his heart was racing.

you could.

"Relax," you quip, half-awake. Oddly enough, that actually does help him to relax, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist for comfort. Feeling your body against his didn't trigger his perversions as he once thought it would.

It felt so much better than that. He felt, comfortable. The way your body radiated a calming heat onto him and reassured him that someone was both physically and emotionally present was just enough to lull him to sleep.

As the night morphed into a radiant sunrise you began to stir in your sleep. Your limbs stretching across the the grey sheets and soft blankets while the tips of your fingers roamed the surface.

Slowly remembering where you were and realizing you were in the bed alone. Though you specifically remember going to sleep with him. When did he get up?

Tugging down the leg of your sweatpants that had rolled up at the ankle at some point during your blissful sleep. Rubbing your eyes as you stepped into the bathroom to brush your teeth before finally following that pleasant scent that was wafting around the house.

"Still avoiding me?" You joke as you laid your eyes on Jungkook's broad back that was facing you as he flipped pancakes. He turns to you with a lopsided smile.

"Avoiding you?" Nodding, letting your hands trace the back of the chair before taking a seat at the island, watching him.

"Yeah, you've been avoiding me since thanksgiving." His brows furrow then raise in a mix of confusion and astonishment. "Me? I have not been avoiding you. I was giving you space."

Bracing your hands down on the countertop you shake your head. "Yes you have. Every day you see me and just leave, not a good morning or anything."

Jungkook flips this battered treat a little harder than he should. "Yeah, because the last time I had tried to talk to you, you made it pretty clear you didn't want to talk, so why would I force it?"

You sigh. Vanessa was right, maybe you did shoo him. "I didn't mean to disregard you so inconsiderately, I was just-- I don't know what I was feeling in that moment, honestly." He turns to face you once again, leaning back on the counter.

"I know, that's why I wanted to explain myself." Your eyes watch his buff chest raise and fall as he takes a deep breath, "My eyes are up here." He points between the two of you, and you felt like you could just fall over and die.

You clear your throat, deciding that you simply couldn't make eye contact with him at all after that!

He notices your embarrassed body language, "Hey, I was just joking, I don't mind your eyes wandering a little." He teases and it somehow made your face even hotter, you were afraid you would burst into flames.

"Just-Just go back to what you were saying." You almost plead as you run a hand through your wavy hair.

Jungkook plates the last pancake on to your elegantly presented plate, before sliding it in front of you. Making a plate for himself he decides to eat standing up in front of you with his plate on the counter you could maintain direct eye contact.

"I met Hana about a year ago at Ryan's old school before we switched here. She's another parent I'd met at one of their events. I was going through a lot of shit back then, so relationships were the furthest thing from my mind but one night about 6 months ago, our kids were away at a summer camp for 2 days; and after a few play dates over the prior months, she'd called me to let me know that Ryan had left one of his toys at her place. So I went to pick it up, but we ended up talking, had a few drinks and one thing led to another and then shit hit the roof." He sighs before taking a bite of his breakfast, which is delicious by the way.

Your head tilted to the side ever so slightly, subconsciously of course but Jungkook took it as an indication to explain. "I made sure it was clear to her it was just a one time thing and she agreed. For the first few weeks I thought we were on the same page, but then she started calling me and leaving these... desperate voicemails. After that I already knew I wouldn't be be bringing Ryan back to that preschool, besides their teachers were terrible." You nod, no longer eating as the story kept you fed and engaged.

"At first I thought she would stop over time, but she didn't. It only got worse, so I finally called her back to let her know she needed to stop but she wanted to have the conversation in person, which sounded reasonable to me at the time, but I should've seen right through it because low and behold, the same mistake was made, once again."

"Wait," You pause him, "So when did you guys hook up the second time?" His eyes look up to the ceiling as though the answer was written on it, "Sometime around the end of August, just a few weeks before school started." The twinge of jealousy that bubbled in your stomach was undeniable but you had no right to be jealous. He literally had no idea you existed at the time.

"And she kept calling your phone all the way until Thanksgiving?" you say with a weird tone, unsure how Jungkook would've let her continue to bother him for so long. Almost with shame he nods,

"I kept saying I would get around to cutting her off once and for all, but I went to a pretty dark place, y'know how life can get sometimes. I didn't care much for anything at all, but when I saw what it had done to us," he gestures between the two of you, "I realized my negligence was driving away people that were important to me, and I didn't want to lose you. So I had ended things with her once and for all shortly after new years. Y'know, wanting to start off the year fresh and shit like that."

You swallow, "I had no idea, you were going through such a hard time." You say almost sadly but maintain the soft smile on your face. A similar one creeping onto his face, "Well then that's good. Means the antidepressants are doing their job." He chuckles and you didn't know whether to laugh along or be concerned.

"It's okay Y/n, you can laugh." You smile, "I-I just don't know what to say. All this time I was thinking I was some kind of home-wrecker or that you were seeing someone else, but to hear you explain what was actually going on makes me feel like such an idiot."

Jungkook scoffs jokingly, "Homewrecker? If Ryan's mother was still in the picture, a 'homewrecker' would be exactly what I would need, and a bullet to the head if I'm being honest." he shakes his head, remembering what he describes as the worst time in his life. Your hand boldly clasps over your mouth stifling a laugh at his dramatic expression.

He laughs, "I'm serious, though." His smile fades, "Those are seven years I can never get back." You flinch at the number, that's almost a decade. Calculations begin to roll around your head autonomously. "So-" You begin to say but he already knew where you were going with this.

"We met at 15, had Ryan at 21 unexpectedly, but no regrets of course, and broke up at 22, thank god." Releasing a calming breath of air as he says that last part, clearly they didn't end on good terms if he feels so at peace every time he mentions her absence.

"But that's enough about me for the day. How's your apartment? Any updates on the power?" You shake your head, digging back into your food, "Hopefully it should be fixed by tonight, I'd hate to over stay my welcome." Jungkook rolls his eyes, "You know I want you here more than anything, and I'm not letting you go back to your place until things are up and running again."

You didn't bother fighting him on it, you knew it would be you fighting a losing battle so you let him have it.

It would be a lie to say that you didn't enjoy your lazy Saturday with Jungkook, the two of you lounged around the house talking the day away. You watched breaking bad and kept saying that you had to stop to do some schedule planning for the kids but you couldn't seem to leave the couch, or his arms. "Just one more episode" becoming a meaningless statement.

He was seriously invested in your stories from your travels in Europe over the summer, expressing how he dreams to visit one day.

Time seemed to have zoomed for the next 3 hours, now bringing you to a dark sky and the crackling fireplace keeping you warm as you played a childish round of truth or drink.

The two of you sat comfortably on the carpet with the game cards stacked neatly on the coffee table which was also responsible for holding your shot glasses.

Your chest was already warm from the consequences of three passed questions while Jungkook only had passed two.

"Your turn," your voice bubbly and excited as you pick up the card for Jungkook, flipping it over to ask him. "What's something you've never told anyone?" He sits there, and you can see he really thinks about it. Glancing back and forth between the shot glass and the card in your hand.

"I'm a millionaire." He says it so casually, with a bit of booze in your brain you begin to die of laughter. "Yeah, me too." You snicker, slwoly beginning to quiet down as you realize he wasn't laughing with you.

"Oh my god, are you being serious?" He shrugs, "I guess so. Remember when I said I was going through a lot of shit a year ago? Well part of that stems from me getting some cryptic ass letter that basically announced the death of some rich guy who claimed to be my biological father and left me his inheritance."

You sit there quietly, "I showed my parents the letter as a gag, expecting to get a good laugh out of it and that turned out to be one of the most depressing conversations I'd ever endured." Jungkook honestly wasn't sure why he was telling you all this, he'd told you things today he never thought he'd share with anyone but there was something that let him feel like he could be open with you.

"So you're telling me, you found out you were adopted and suddenly a millionaire on the same day." A slow nodding of his head was all it took for you to see he clearly wasn't thrilled about it. "I still haven't touched the money, really. Although I did use it to cover my parents' mortgage for the next few years. I don't really know what to do with the rest of it."

A small hum escapes your throat as you ponder, "If you ever feel like it's a burden to you, don't hesitate to just pass it on to me. It'll be hard but I'm sure I could think of something to do with it." His head falls back as his body shakes slightly with his laughter, "I'll keep that in mind."

"Your turn," He says, hands reaching to flip over a card as he reads it out to you. "How many people have you slept with?" He makes a certain face at the card as if he was displeased. "This is a bit invasive, do you want me to pick up another one?" You shrug, "I don't mind answering. It's one."

"Like one this year?" It slips out before he can catch it, and he regrets it, you can tell. "No. Just one person, ever. My ex. I'm not really one to have any sexcapades. I have a rule." You're sure if he had bunny ears, one would flop up in curiosity. "Oh?"

"I never go all the way with someone until at least six months of dating them so I can see that they're all in for the right reasons. hence why only one has made it so far. Everyone else usually thinks they can like persuade me three months in." Suddenly your throat felt like it was lined with sandpaper. "Is that a deal breaker for you?" Intently you watched the way he played with the ring hooped in his bottom lip with a serious expression.

"Are you saying we're dating, Y/n?" A teasing smirk spreads across his lips. You look away, unable to handle the intensity of his gaze on your from a mere foot away. "If that's okay with you-" A gentle hand cups your jaw as he turns you to face him, taking your breath away with a sweet kiss. His lips were as soft as you remembered them to be.

You could feel a certain shift in the kiss, turning from gentle and sweet to something a little deeper. It were as though there were magnets between your bodies, you found yourselves impossibly close to the point Jungkook forced himself to pull away from you, only to welcome you to straddle his hips.

"I'm okay with that." he grins before resuming his passionate attack on your lips.

2:04am

Your glasses were on and your hair was up, that was a sign that it was time for you to finally go to sleep yet here you were. Sitting up at the table with a stack of files you'd brought from your place that you needed to go through.

The border around your eyes were tinted red as you strained to stay up and finish, but you weren't even close.

"You're still up?" Jungkook says softly as he comes down in nothing but his black sweatpants. "I could ask you the same thing." Hardly sparing him a glance as you write down numbers onto the papers.

"You know I don't sleep much ever since I got my prescription. I can get 3-4 hours at night if I'm lucky." You frown, finally looking up at him, proud of yourself for not letting your jaw hit the floor as you patrolled him as he went to fill a glass of water from the fridge.

You knew he had a sleeve of tattoos, it was one of the first things you'd noticed about him, but you had no idea his back had its own art as well. The sleeve of tattoos that creeped over the back of his shoulder as it morphed into the most beautiful pair of inked angel wings that spread out across the expanse of his upper back.

You swallowed, shaking away your filthy thoughts. "What's got you up so late?" He leans over you to get a glimpse at the papers. "Regulatory compliances." It was so cute when he was confused. "Basically I have to cross reference the curriculum with our lesson plans and report that everything we're doing is aligned with the boards' outline." It dawns on him in the form of a soft 'ah'.

"When does this have to be done by?"

"Wednesday," It comes out with a rough tone and exhausted groan, you were clearly stressed. "Okay, Y/n, it's only Sunday. How about you put a pin in it and get some rest, hm?" Warm hands are placed on your shoulders and you nearly fall asleep right there but you shake your head, "I'm fine, I can keep going-" You yawn for what must be the 4th time since Jungkook came down.

"Okay, That's it. Come on, we're going to bed." He closes your files and takes your hand, letting you hop out of the chair and follow him up the steps debatably against your will as you're sure you would've given up no longer than 15 minutes later.

The moment your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. Jungkook chuckles to himself softly at the thought that you truly tried to argue that you weren't tired.

He slips in beside you, loving the way your body naturally detected him and began to roll over towards him just like you did the night before, slotting yourself into his side. Once again, your warmth and the soft feeling of your heartbeat on his ribcage mixing together, prompting his brain to release enough melatonin until his eyes closed.

-

"Good news." Is the first thing you say as you walk into the living room at 2pm after your well needed shower. "The power is working again at my place," Jungkook pouts at what he took as bad news, he was not-so-secretly hoping you would be staying a little longer.

"Don't look so sad, you see me literally every day." the dimple in your right cheek making a brief appearance as you smiled, making your way over to him on the couch.

"I know, but I really like having you here." You poke his cheeks that puffed up with his sad expression. "If you want to see me a little longer, then would you be okay with giving me a ride back to my place?"

He scoffs, "It's funny you thought I wasn't going to drop you off in the first place." he leans forward to drop a quick peck to your lips catching you off guard before bouncing up out of his spot, hardly giving you a chance to process.

The two of you making comfortable conversation with small giggles as you begin to put your jackets on, preparing to return you back to your apartment. Tugging your hat on with a firm pull before you picked up your bag and declared that you were ready to go.

Jungkook opened the door, stepping out with you closely behind him. Not sure if your eyes were blinded by the gleaming light that was reflected off the snow or the bright flashes of light emitted from the dozens of paparazzi camped outside the driveway.

Jungkook's name was shouted from various different people as they waved to get his attention as if being outside his front door wasn't alarming enough. Jungkook's face had been covered in disbelief just like yours, but differently he was able to shake it off and maintain his composure.

Taking your hand in a reassuring manner, he continued his path down the steps, whispering to you to keep your head down as you followed behind him. "Is it true that you're the secret son of the late business tycoon Jeon Jaehoon?" The woman holds a microphone to Jungkook, looking for an answer, and she most certainly got one.

"How about you ask me again when I make sure you're all behind bars for trespassing and harassment hm? How does that sound?" The flashes finally stop and some photographers begin to leave, Jungkook doesn't even wait for them all to leave, trusting that he got his point across clearly and makes his way to the drivers seat.

Once the doors closed it was as though you'd trapped in a foot deep layer or tension within it. Jungkook's chest rises slowly, flared nostrils and tensed brows before a slow and agitated exhaled. "It wasn't you right?" He asks.

Your posture straightens as you face him.

"What?"

"Tell me that it's all just a coincidence, Y/n. I tell you about the inheritance last night and suddenly there's paparazzi buzzing outside my house today?" Your head juts back, offended. "Are you implying that I told someone what you told me in confidence last night? Are you being serious right now?"

"I'm paranoid, okay? I'm sorry."

You sigh. As pissed as you wanted to be, you had to see it from his perspective. A swarm of paparazzi showing up less than than 24 hours after he shares the information with the first person outside his family doesn't exactly work in your favour.

"It's fine, I get it. I'd be paranoid too." He starts the car, leaving his now vacated lot behind. "Then who would do this?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

-

The following day was as hectic as any other day but you loved your job. Working with such big personalities that were bursting out their small bodies.

But you did love the end of the day too, sayin goodbye and mentally preparing for some relaxation when you finally got home. All day you'd be fantasizing about drawing a nice warm bath with eucalyptus and lavender oils.

You thought of it as the perfect way to wind down after a long day. Although seeing Jungkook's face for a few minutes while he picked up Ryan.

"I'm here to pick up my son." You turn around with a smile, to the new and unfamiliar face. She was tall with dark long locks that were curled at the ends, her heels were high and her face was looked like it belonged billboards and magazines.

You were a bit confused, you'd never seen her before, and you're sure you'd remember someone that brought in such a domineering aura the way she did.

"Sure, if you don't mind me asking who you are." You wanted to remain as polite as possible not wanting to offend her.

"I'm Ryan's mother."

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I swear to God Childe has so much potential as a yandere, I have this feeling that his soul “died” when he fall into the abyss, after that major event he is a completely different person and his parents knows it they saw it in his eyes, soulless, thirsty for blood and violence.

Imagine him in utter shock when his kids get scared of him, not realizing his love is twisted and sick in the head after they saw how he treats their mother by trying to mimic what he thinks is “love”, how she gets anxious whenever she’s around him,they can hear her cry every night from their bedroom despite her trying her best to be the mother they deserve knowing the circumstances that led to their births, Generally children can feel when something is happening in their household but cannot fully understand it due to their age (lol speaking from experience).

He thought he’d have a picture perfect family with his darling, but why now are they seeing him as if he some type of a monster? That will for sure would make him insecure and it brings up the abyss memories. He claims he loves them and their mother so much but why does he hurt their mama?.

Friend, this is literally a full fledged fic already! And it's incredible!! I've been thinking on this idea for a bit already cause I already had an ask similar to it, so I'll add onto your fic just a little bit!!

Yandere! Childe x Fem! Reader

Forced Marriage AU

TW: Yandere themes, reader has children

Growing up in a large family with so many siblings to love and care for, laughter was a sound that he often heard. It was his favorite sound, other than the distinct noise that blood made when it dripped into freshly packed snow. Snezhnaya is cold, but laughter coming straight from your belly is so so warm.

He loves coming home to the sound of laughter. Childish giggles and your rich chuckles. He'd sit his bow down to the side and close the front door to the manor, a noise that was rather loud. He'd be smiling ear to ear, wanting to join in on all the fun, only to realize that the house was now quiet.

Childe went to the living room, where you sat with his two sons. Your two sons. His little bundles of joy that he was eternally grateful to have. The younger one rested on your lap, the other on the carpeted floor at your feet, with a myriad of toys splayed in front of him.

Why did you always make that face at him, he wondered. Big doe eyes, like deer in headlights, you always looked so stiff and scared around him. Maybe that's why in turn, the kids made that same face, maybe that's why the laughter always stopped when he entered the room. The kids would huddle in closer to you and farther away from him.

"It's nice to see you all together when I come home," he'd say, with that smile still on his face, but you could see the edges of his lips twitching. He was forcing this smile and you forced one back, gently tapping your son with your foot to tell him to do the same. He hesitated for a moment, then beamed up at him with a grin, missing his two front teeth.

"We missed you, papa!" He yelled, just as you told him to. Just the way Childe wanted. Your younger son continued to bury his face in your lap, trying to look any where but his father.

Childe didn't seem bothered by this and leaned down to tousle the boy's orange hair, making him flinch in your hold, "I always loved that they got my hair color," he said while looking at you, eyes so dead and empty, you thought you were looking into a void, "I never realized how well my hair and your eyes went together until I saw them."

"Is that so, my love?" You spoke warmly while gently trying to nudge your son from your lap, "We could talk more about it now. I was just going to send the boys to their rooms."

His expression finally changed. The facade finally fell. His smile dropped and his eyebrows furrowed. You could tell that he was trying to hold the expression back, trying not to scare the children, but they'd already notice his change in demeanor. His shift in attitude making the air feel thick and tight, constricting your chest.

"Why would we do that? We can just talk together, as a family,"

[reallyromealone]

Title: free days

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x male reader

Fandom: batman

Warnings: male reader, omegaverse, omega male reader, fluff, no heroes au, bat children are children, implied that they are (name)s bio kids

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It was the ideal.

Giant alpha with a brooding expression and cold demeanour and peppy Omega who had enough conversation of six people, Bruce reading the morning paper as (name) enjoyed his breakfast sleepily in one of Bruce's shirts and a pair of boxers, both periodically taking sips of their drinks; Bruce a hot cup of black coffee and (name) a cup of (drink). "The zoo's snow leopards had cubs" Bruce mentioned casually, following the family "no bad news till after ten am" rule, (name) humming as he glanced to see the photo of the tiny cub "we should take the pups to see it" (name) mentioned, the Wayne family having donated a few million to help the conservation efforts the zoo was focused on.

"We can make arrangements, my darling" Bruce said to the other who beamed sleepily to his mate, Bruce feeling his heart warm at this.

The pups slowly piled in one by one, the smaller less formal dining area filled with sleepy littles, tweens and teens "Cassandra, stop stealing your brother's bacon" (name) said calmly as he stared off slightly, finally waking up a bit more as the pups ate their breakfast and Damian tried to copy how bruce are clumsily, the toddler absolutely fixated on Bruce these days "your lunches are on the counter in the kitchen, Dick remember that you are going to be accompanying your father today after school, Jason you are going out with your friends yes? I want you back home by 9:45--""ten?" "Get a good score on that test today and I'll consider it" "deal"

(Name) gave his kids their iteneraries as everyone ate and got ready for the day, little Damien and Helana letting their parents carry them to the nursery to be dressed for the day "alrighty little doves, let's get you in your outfits!" (Name) said to the two toddlers who let their parents dress them in clothes that they weren't worried would get messy, Damien in an adorable pair of shorts and a little shirt with a dog on it and Helena in a skort and a shirt that had Carmen Sandiego on it "you two ready?"

Today was their first class in martial arts, something all the children took as Bruce was consistently worried for their safety "they need to be able to defend themselves, what if we aren't there?!" He fretted behind closed doors, Damien looking excited and Helena bouncing as they and the rest of the family went to driveway "Tim, Jason behave or you drive with Alfred" and Alfred didn't get McDonald's before class, the two immediately stopping their nonsense as they followed Dick to his car and the others into the main family car, a town limo where the driver was ready for them. (Name) was thankful Damien kept his shoes on, sitting in his car seat separated from his sister with Cass between them "mama!" He yelled seriously "what is it dames?" "Oweo?" He asked almost confused and (name) tried not to laugh at the boys question "we can get Oreos after your lesson, yes"

Toddler martial arts was mainly just getting the little ones used to it, very clumsy and often times the little ones were more interested in their own feet than actually doing the lesson but it was a start "remember when dick was this little? He would only do anything if you held his hand?" (Name) said as they watched from the glass, little Damien and Helena practicing listening with the instructor and even learning the absolute basic stances, both excited to make noises and give wobbly little stances.

Bruce was happy when he could make time for his family, the tots passed out in their arms as they went to the limo "I'll be going to the office, prepare for the shadowing" Bruce gently kissed (name)s forehead and then lips as they smiled at one another "good luck" and with that they parted.

When night came, (name) was in bed reading a book when Bruce came in "how did it go?" (Name) asked as he blatantly watched Bruce undress into his boxers "it went well, he has been preparing for this since he was 11" Bruce walked to the bed and got in, moving (name) so he layed his chest against Bruce's as they smiled fondly at one another and gently kissed, (name)s hands gently holding into Bruce's sharp jaw as they enjoyed their time alone.

"I think I want another pup"

"Darling we have six children already"

"But baby?"

"Darling, the youngest two are just getting out of potty training"

"Fine" (name) playfully pouted as they cuddled, anyone outside the family would be intimidated by Bruce, though for his mate he was putty.

They weren't the perfect ideal of an alpha and omega but they were their ideal and that's all that mattered.

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au verse: Mid 90’s.

Snow & Emma share some giggles after Emma convinced her mother that having a cocoa with cinnamon right before bed wouldn’t keep them awake all night. Wrong. Thank goodness schools out for the summer.

[babyfoxflower]

The Hunter and the Hunted

Human! Alastor x Fem! Reader

*Disclaimer: This story is an AU and does not follow Hellaverse canon. Alastor is pretty much just a hetero, if this offends you in anyway, then I suggest you block me and go on your way.*

Synopsis: This the story of Alastor and the love of his life, his huntress, the charming Y/n Rosier. A rare beauty out on the bayou, his heart is instantly stolen by her. He’ll do anything for his beloved, even if that includes murder.

Story Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Violence, Blood, Hunting, Murder, Mentions of Child Abuse, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, 1920s Attitudes Towards Women

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All week long, both Alastor and Y/n could not stop thinking about each other. The desire to see each other was so intense, it was almost like a calling. Like they were being pulled together by an unseen force.

Y/n rolled out of bed. It was just before dawn, light hadn’t even managed to reach the window. She had an interesting dream the night prior. It was her in the snow, only wearing her pink slip. Tears were streaming down her face, she fell to her knees and sobbed so hard that she couldn’t breathe.

Suddenly, someone came up from behind her, placing what felt like a coat on her shoulders before scooping her up in their strong arms. The warmth enveloped her body as she felt herself slowly calming down, when she looked up at who was holding her, it was him. It was Alastor.

The look he gave her was the most comforting she had ever seen in her entire life. She buried her face into his chest, the feeling that she was perfectly safe and protected washed over her. The feeling that she was where she belonged, and was with who she belonged to and who belonged to her in return.

“That was some dream,” Y/n smiled to herself.

Time to get up.

She got cleaned and dressed before anyone else was even awake. That was part of her duties as the acting head of the house. The rest of the morning for her consisted of hanging the laundry to dry, cooking breakfast for her family, waking her sisters up, made sure they were fed, bringing food to her mother in bed, and then finally she got to sit down and eat.

That was how it was every single morning for her. She always ate last. After breakfast, she helped her sisters get ready for Saturday catechism classes. They were held in a little school house about a mile away from their house. She packed their lunches and sent them off with a kiss and a hug.

After checking in on her mother a few more times, Y/n finally had some free time to herself. She thought back to her dream and what it could possibly mean. Part of her was hopeful that it was a message from some higher power that Alastor was going to be the one to save her from this repetitive life.

Sure, she loved her family. She loved her family more than anything. But she also felt the stress taking its toll on her.

What selfish fantasies…absolutely selfish.

Then the familiar sound of the bell came from her mother’s bedroom, snapping her back to reality.

“Coming, Mama!”

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Strangely, Alastor woke up that same morning from that exact same dream that Y/n had. Of course, there was no way of knowing that. Alastor laid there for a moment, missing the feeling of her small body against his.

“Mm…Y/n. Let me hold you just a little bit longer, my dear,” he groaned.

“Alastor! Wake up, Darling! It’s time for breakfast!” His mother called from downstairs.

He rubbed his temples before reaching over to grab his glasses off his nightstand, “I’ll be down in a minute, Mother!”

A smile crept on his face as he realized it had been exactly a week since he seen her. The day he planned to visit her.

I can’t wait to see her.

He got cleaned and dressed before making his way downstairs. His mother was already sitting at the table, eating breakfast.

“Good morning, Mother,” he said as he gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Good morning, Honey. Porridge is on the stove, help yourself,” she replied.

“Alright. Thank you.”

Alastor fixed a bowl of porridge and poured a cup of black coffee for himself. Then he took a seat at the table across from her.

“Make sure you say Grace.”

He sighed and clasped his hands together, “Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty. Through Christ, our Lord. Amen,” he finishes with the sign of the cross.

“The Lord thanks you,” she smiled.

Alastor almost rolled his eyes but he knew better.

“So, are you going to tell me about that girl you met last Saturday?” Her eyes met his, a brow raised.

He took a sip of his coffee, “Why?”

“Because I’m your mother and I want to know what’s going on in your life.”

“She needed help carrying a stag she shot back home, so I gave her a hand.”

“Are you sure that’s all?” His mother questioned further.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just you were gone an awful long time. And you’ve been acting strangely since.”

He looked at her with a face of utter confusion, “Strangely? What ever could you mean, Mother?”

She paused, “I can’t quite put my finger on it, but you seem to have your head up in the clouds more. Like you’re dreaming about something or someone?”

Damn, she’s caught on to me. I swear nothing gets past her.

“I…I can’t stop thinking about her. But that’s all I say about that,” Alastor looked down at his bowl.

“Hmm, I figured as much. So, you’re going to go see her again today?”

“How did you know?” He blushed.

“Haha! I didn’t until just now, Darling. It’s cute, you have a crush!”

“Don’t say that, Momma….” He mumbled under his breath, pouting.

“Aw, you haven’t called me Momma in years! My baby has a crush! My baby has a crush!” She teased.

“Stop!” He put his hands over his ears, as his face turned scarlet.

His mother cackled, “Alright, I’ll leave it. I’ll leave it.”

“Thank you,” he said before finishing his breakfast.

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“Give your little girlfriend a hello from me,” his mother said from her rocker, cigarette in one hand, newspaper in the other.

Alastor ignored her comment, “I’ll be back in a little while.”

“Alastor.”

“Yes, Mother?”

“I love you.”

His face softened, “I love you too, Mother.”

The leafs and twigs crunched under Alastor’s brow leather boots. There was a chill in the air. It was surprisingly cold for October, especially in Louisiana.

Alastor preferred summer, when it was too hot to think. Because when it was too hot to think, it was too hot to remember.

He couldn’t remember that night if it was summer. But on a cold day like this one, that nipped and stung, he couldn’t help remembering that painful night.

He put those memories in the little box he kept in the back of his mind.

Not today. We’re not reliving that today.

After a while, he finally came upon that familiar cabin with the picket fence. There raking up the leaves was her. It was Y/n.

“A pleasure to see you again, Sweetheart,” he grinned as he greeted her.

She smiled brightly as she looked up at him, “A pleasure to see you as well, Sugar.”

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“You have a lovely home,” Alastor took off his hat as he entered.

“Oh, thank you. I try to keep it as tidy as I can. Go ahead and have a seat at the table,” Y/n closed the door behind them, “Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee?”

“Coffee, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“No trouble, I actually just made a pot. I like having hot coffee on a cold day.”

Alastor took a seat at the kitchen table as Y/n walked over with two mugs and a pot of coffee.

“Do you take cream or sugar?” She poured some into each of the mugs.

“Neither.”

“Good, I take mine black too,” she handed one of the cups to him.

“Thank you, my dear,” he smiled at her.

She took a seat across from him, “So, is there is a reason that you stopped by or did you just want to see me?”

Alastor raised an eyebrow, “And what if I did just stop to see you?”

Oh god, I hope I’m doing this flirting thing right.

Y/n took a sip of her coffee, “Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind, that’s for sure.”

“Then, my dear, you’ll be pleased to know that I did come by to see you.”

She blushed, “You did!? I mean, so you did?”

Alastor chuckled, “Yes. You see, I enjoyed your company so much that I wanted to converse with you again.”

“I wanted to see you again too.”

His heart skipped a beat, “I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he took a sip of his coffee.

“Hotdog! This is a good cup of joe!” He exclaimed.

“Really? I didn’t do anything special to it.”

“Sweetheart, you have a talent for coffee making if I do say so myself! This is even better than my mother’s!”

That was the highest praise Alastor could ever give anyone, when he admitted that they made something better than his mother.

“Thank you! I’m so happy you like it. No one’s ever told me that before,” Y/n smiled shyly.

“So, where are those little ones I saw last time?”

“Oh, my sisters, they’re at catechism classes.”

Alastor groaned, “Ugh, I hated those classes. They were so dreadfully boring.”

“Haha, I didn’t really like them either. But it’s a family tradition.”

“Are you religious, my dear?”

“I guess not in the sense that most people are. I believe in God but I believe it’s more of a force that gives you messages when in hard times. I do believe in prayer too. But I don’t believe in Heaven or Hell. And I don’t believe any of that nonsense that’s in the Bible,” she replied.

“That’s an interesting take. I personally don’t believe in God at all.”

“Oh, I’ve never met someone who doesn’t believe in God in way or another. Is there a specific reason? I’m not judging, I’m just curious.”

Alastor took another sip of his coffee, “I just do not understand how people can still believe in things like God when the theory of Evolution has been proven. I’m a believer in science. In things that you can see with your own two eyes.”

Y/n sat looking thoughtfully, “Couldn’t science and religion exist together? Couldn’t they both be true?”

“That’s also a good point. I’m not someone who looks down on people of Faith, my own mother is one. I just don’t understand it. There’s also the question of why? Why would a higher power let terrible things happen to innocent people? Why would they let that happen to…. I’m sorry, dear. I’m rambling,” he laughed a little.

“It’s alright, I like listening to you and your thoughts,” she smiled sweetly.

“And I enjoy listening to you and your opinions,” he returned the smile.

“But, there’s one thing I’m sure we can agree on. That creation myth is a load of bull.”

“Yes. I completely agree with that!”

“I mean, why would a creator make only a male of species? Why wouldn’t they make men and women at the same time?”

“That doesn’t make a lick of sense. You need a male and a female in order to procreate.”

“It’s basic biology!” Y/n chuckled.

Alastor noticed an old little piano in the corner of the living area, “Is that the piano you were telling about before?” He motioned his head towards it.

“Oh, yes. It is,” she turned in the direction of it.

“Do you mind if I get a closer look? I’m quite keen on instruments.”

“Be my guest.”

He stood up and walked over to the piano. She followed behind him. He ran his fingers gently over the keys.

“I haven’t played it in a while, so it might need some tuning,” she informed him.

Softly, he pressed one of key down, a pleasant sound was produced, “May I? Play something for you?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

He sat on the bench and patted the spot next to him, “Don’t be shy, Sweetheart. I don’t bite.”

Y/n’s face flushed, “How do you know I don’t bite?”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he grinned.

She sat next to him. His fingers began dancing along the keys with such beauty and grace, like a professional pianist. He played a melody that she didn’t recognize, but it sounded absolutely lovely. And that was before he began singing.

I have an ear for music, and I have an eye for a maid

I like a pretty girlie, with each pretty tune that's played

They go together

Like sunny weather

Goes with the month of May

I've studied girls and music, so I'm qualified to say

His voice was so smooth and beautiful, she was entranced. He looked at her as he played, watching her expressions with amusement. He loved to entertain. He was a bit of a ham. But it might have also been because he was showing off for the little lady that caught his eye.

A pretty girl is like a melody

That haunts you night and day

Just like the strain

Of a haunting refrain

She'll start upon a marathon and run around your brain

You can't escape she's in your memory

By morning, night and noon

She will leave you and then

Come back again

A pretty girl is just like a pretty tune

He came to a finish and she applauded him.

“That was wonderful!”

“Thank you. Thank you,” he playfully bowed to her.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that song before. What’s it called?”

“A Pretty Girl Is Like A Melody by Irving Berlin. I heard it on the radio one day. I couldn’t agree more with its lyrics,” Alastor smiled while looking right into her eyes.

Y/n blushed, “Is there a reason why you chose that song?”

“Other than the pretty girl in front of me who inspired it, no.”

Y/n’s heart was pounding in her chest.

“That was gorgeous! Absolutely gorgeous!” A sudden voice came from behind them.

Y/n turned around to see her mother out of bed, “Mama, you shouldn’t be out of bed! Doctor’s orders, remember?”

“Ah Mrs. Rosier, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Quite a pleasure. I apologize if I disturbed you, I was just playing your daughter a song,” Alastor stood up and greeted the woman.

“Well, play me a song now please! Talented young man!” Y/n’s mother replied.

Alastor looked at Y/n. Y/n shrugged.

“I suppose it would be alright.”

“Very well. I’ll gladly entertain you two lovely ladies for as long as you like.”

“Hold on, Mama. Let me get you a chair,” Y/n said.

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Alastor got home just in time for dinner.

“How was your girlfriend?” His mother playfully asked.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Mother. At least not yet,” he said that last part under his breath.

“Well, did you have a good time at least?”

“The best,” he smiled softly.

“That’s wonderful. Now, go get washed up for dinner. We’re having jambalaya.”

“Jambalaya!” He exclaimed with almost a child like glee.

“Yes, jambalaya. Go get washed up already, boy!”

“Yes, Mother.”

He practically ran upstairs, as if that would make it cook faster.

His mother shook her head, “What am I going to do with him?”

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Cookie monster drama. Nothing breaks a baby’s heart like broken snacks. But momma has got the cure~

AnS (c) Akizuki Sorata

Art: Me

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Pride & Prejudice - Coriolanus {Young} Snow x Reader

Summary: You’re birthed into a lively family in dire need of financial stability. As the eldest, you’re paraded around to be married and much to the dismay of your mother, you deny every hand offered. Yet unbeknownst to you, a man of great power and influence, Mr. Snow, is lurking in the shadows, waiting for his chance to have you. Steamy Pride & Prejudice retelling with young snow and you! Alternate universe, au!snow <3

Notes: I hope u girlies eat this up, getting scrapped otherwise </3 — as always, thank u for leaving comments and loves as it keeps me motivated!

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You’d much rather be at any other breathing, standing tower of gold trimmings and cracked pillars in existence.

At any building filled to the brim, simply overflowing with tiered skirts and lively grins… offered hands and gentlemen donned in fine suits, pockets suffocated by their own riches.

Yet you cannot be; for mama has ordered your presence to be most dire and mandatory. Although you did consider fleeing for the highest hilltop or feigning ill, you knew well that mama would find you or see straight through your falsehoods.

“My my, you look as though you’ve got something unsweet taped to your vicious tongue.”

You scowl at the blonde goddess most confusingly known to be your sister, and she only flips a ringlet of gold behind her poised shoulder.

“I think it to be quite clear how dreadful I find this. No need to observe aloud, sister.”

Her mischievous sapphire orbs glow with enjoyment, face pink and flushed — skin glistening under the gold lanterns flickering above.

You’ve watched happily from your seat, she’s sure to have danced with at least twenty men now.

No wonder mama has no fears or worries about Jane. She is just guaranteed to run off and be married within the upcoming season, it only makes for less of a distraction for mama— she’ll be glued to you like quill to paper.

It is not as though men do not want you. Oh, they do. Most ardently.

The trouble is only that you do not want them.

How horrible it is to be confined to four lonesome, frayed walls with nothing more than your books and your wit to keep you company. Married to a man who will most certainly be your senior, who busies himself with trivial matters and leaves you to be cold at home.

You would much rather drown yourself in the river stix than face a fate so melancholic.

You wish to be an odd thing, to run away into a cottage and spend your days parted from the people who surround you. You will read books of men made from dreams and you will find comfort in knowing that you will not be wed to a man who will only discontent you.

Of course, that would bring great shame upon your family, ruin them. So it seems you will end up a spinster or a governess. Both fates, although not as you may hope in your dreams, still offer more joy.

“Forgive me for having fun. It is not why I displease you however, perhaps if you picked your pretty head up from that book and stopped waving the hands that greet you away— you would know this. Mama has sent me. The duke, his sister and a dear friend of his have arrived here. Here! At our party, can you believe it?”

You huff out a sigh laced with annoyance, flipping to the next chapter of the dilapidated thing in your hands.

“No, I truly cannot.” You mutter, yet you cannot spare the fresh page even a glance before it is snatched from your clutched fingers.

A first edition, it shreds from its spine and erupts a gasp from both you and Jane. Mama’s cyan gaze is cold and anxious, feigning a tight smile.

That one was your favorite.

You do not lift your head, you do not notice the three towering men who look down upon your reserved oak wood bench in interest. Mama clutches the duke’s palm in an embrace of suffocation, yet you do not pay it even a little mind as you drop to your knees in your pretty dress to find the strayed page.

“My god, where are your manners — girl! Please do not pay her rudeness any attention, she gets sickly over these things. Sweetheart, up now— we can buy you another.”

Her voice is cold, devoid of any admiration. It is a lie, too. Your family cannot afford even a singular chapter of a new novel, let alone a first edition. You should be the one plagued by frustration, yet you feel as though it is you who is doing something wrong.

Even so, your eyes search the floor with great fervor, landing on a polished leather shoe which suffocates chapter twelve.

You wince, preparing all the words you can to kindly request the stranger lifts his big foot off of your paper. Yet they dissipate in the back of your throat.

The man, he bends at his knee as he frees the old thing from his sole. Your eyes lift to greet him, then.

He is a mess of blonde locks, unruly compared to that of the others with hair long enough. Theirs are tamed with ribbons, his only sits atop his head. His eyes are a cold color, one you cannot explain. They are commanding, fueled with great intensity.

Beyond all of this?

He looks most certainly miserable.

He does not wish to attend tonight, one glance proves this.

He spares you no words as he passes you the paper, eyes locked upon the contents of it. He offers you a hand of assistance, too.

You ignore it, wincing at the disgust your mother expresses.

You need no aid as you lift to your feet and dust the old thing off, he follows you — becoming a tower taller once he stands.

Jane, you are grateful now that she is still here. She laughs most uncomfortably, placing a polite hand upon your shoulder as she snatches the page away. Far more gently.

“My dear sister, may I introduce you to your grace — sir Sejanus Plinth of Newbury. Alongside him, his sister — Grace Plinth and their dearest friend, Coriolanus Snow, also of Newbury.”

You know well that you’ve just about boiled a vicious pot of scorching water, one you’ll have to face the many consequences of. A quick glance stolen toward mama proves it.

With a soft sigh, you curtsy to the men before you. A show of respect which you most certainly do not have for them. They are just as unimportant as the others, grand status or not. Including the miserable looking blonde with cold eyes.

“Lovely to meet you. This is truly a grand gathering you’ve all put together…” Sejanus offers with a smile of pearl. You peer up at him, his eyes stealing quick glances at goddess Jane.

Mama goes off on a tangent about how much she adores hosting gatherings as much as attending them — and it’s all a mere buzz in your ears.

Your eyes shift toward the sister, Grace. She’s scowling at you… how peculiar.

“Jane, forgive me if this is far too forward but — I would be most honored to be the last dance you partake in this evening.” Sejanus swallows back his nerves, wincing at the sound of his own voice. Sweet Jane doesn’t bother torturing him, she only nods a shy head.

“Oh, come Grace! I must show you how my youngest daughter performs on the grand piano!”

You feel poorly for the scowling girl who is whisked away by mama. Jane and Sejanus follow alongside them, but part as soon as the music begins.

Both of your palms come to a clasp— shifting weight on your heels as you watch Jane twirl and giggle a golden sound, so beautiful you are certain it could bring each and every single gentleman in attendance to their knees.

Well, except the miserable Mr. Snow.

Your eyes drift to him then — and you catch his gaze already locked upon your stature. He averts it hastily, staring at what looks to be the far wall after he is caught.

Does he plan to lurk here like a shadow’s phantom for the entirety of the evening?

“Do you dance, Mr. Snow?”

His jaw is a sharp — tense thing. It clenches in surprise at your voice. He doesn’t spare you a glance as he answers.

“Not if I can help it.” Is but all he offers before returning to a miserable state of silence again.

By god, to garner more than a mere word is equivalent to the act of tugging teeth loose. You purse your lips, turning your head away to find another question you could offer.

You do not bother, however.

For the first time in all your life, in all the seasons you’ve suffered — you wish to dance. Not because you find it to be fun or any more stimulating than a novel but; rather because you would be far more joyous away from him.

Beyond this, it would make mama less angered when the gathering reaches its end.

You do not offer him a word of parting before you plunge into the lively crowd. A man with blonde locks, not quite as icy as Mr. Snow’s own tousles, offers his hand.

You lose yourself in the rhythm, pretending to be that of a girl in one of your novels. Whisked away by a mysterious, dancing stranger who offers more than just a meaningless hand.

You pretend the blonde is to be a grand lover, one who will care for you beyond material needs. Beyond what is expected and a bore.

You pretend, and when the song ends — so does each and every one of your mindless fantasies.

To normality once again…

[tekumaniac311]

My Space Rider team

Credit of the artwork goes to the mastermind of this au herself, @onyxonline!

This is one of the various Space Rider groups out there in the galaxy right now, doing the duty of battling the Cult, and combating the Red Mist itself, all that shtick. However, what stands this particular group out from the others is their eagerness, well their leaders eagerness, to best Dogday and his group in the battle against the Prototype!

Introducing from left to right:

Captain Dogbite Solaris: Sounds familiar right? Well he is Dogday's BROTHER, younger than him by 3 years, he's one of the youngest to ever achieve the rank of captain at the academy. His leadership skills and sun abilities are almost identical to that of his brother. But what he has that Dogday does not is an extreme arrogance, recklessness in combat and leading. Fueled by his jealousy towards Dogday, he aims to best him and his squad any way he can.

Drago Kitano: Second in command of Dogbite's crew, Drago Kitano posses a calm, level-headed manner in combat or off duty, he attains an inner peace and care toward his fellow members. It often takes him to stop his captain, Dogbite from going overboard in challenging Dogday. Possessing the power of pyrokinesis.

Leopardaisy: A quirky, fun loving and very sneaky snow leopard, Leopardaisy is always one to joke and kick butt at the same time, a born optimist and acrobatic expert, she's there to lend a hand to folks and cheer up. She possesses power of limited invisibility and phasing through solid objects.

Lean Lemur: As a communications helper and mechanic assistant, Lean Lemur despite his size and age is a valuable member regardless, although he tends to be the most antisocial and secluded of the group, shy of meeting others and not used to being in parties at all, poor guy.

Prettybird: Pretty is the best to describe Prettybird, she is the top medical expert of the squad and fashion expert to. Born from a doctor and a fashion expert, she went instead to the academy to see the galaxy and help others with her medical knowledge...and look pretty while doing it.

Mama Mammoth: Working hard, large and full of heart is what to describe Mama Mammoth, an expert chef who's cooking skills can bring any diner/fast food joint to shame. With a huge gentle giant personality, she often leads the group who stay behind while the other four fight. She always shows a motherly nature towards her fellow teammates and always makes sure not one of them are without what they need.

FixFox: Not afraid to get her fur all greasy and having a big love for engines and vehicles, FixFox fits right at home tuning the vehicles and designing the gadgets for her Rider team, her upbeat, quirky personality always shines through when working on a vehicle or just chilling out with her buds.

Berserkerine: The muscle of the squad, Berserkerine grew up beating up bullies or punks before joining the riders, quickly growing a friendship with Dogbite he joined the team after graduating. Now he rides with the team, looking for more cultists to bash and skulls to crack. He possesses powers of pain resistance and enhanced strength.

[myfictionaldreams]

Hello to one of my favorite writers! I saw requests are open. If I may request one in the mafia au with Steve x reader x Bucky. I'm currently sick and clumsy so I have a broken wrist on top of it. Could I request the boys taking care of sick or clumsy reader please? Fluff and sexy times with them melt my heart!

No Touching // Mafia!Stucky x fem!reader

A/N: thank you so much for the request (and the compliment ღ). I hope you are feeling better soon! x

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, threesome, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, injured reader, anxiety, dom/sub, size kink, size difference, sir kink, daddy kink, hint of subspace, edging, oral sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise kink, begging, pet names

Words: 6666

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“Are you sure you have to go in today?” you asked in a hopeful tone, following Bucky around your home, almost like a lost puppy as he and Steve prepared to leave for work.

“Sorry Doll, but you know it's shipment day and if anything goes wrong,  Fury will be on our asses and that’s not a sight I particularly want to see”, Bucky joked, leaning down to peck your lips before walking past to stand by the front door, easing each glove onto his hands.

Your shoulders sagged, resorting to childish tactics by sticking out your bottom lip but that only caused Bucky to chuckle and continue to get ready to leave. “Are you sure both of you need to go? I’m sure they could survive this one time without one of you there”.

“I don’t want Fury on my ass either”, Steve quipped, as he descended the stairs, kissing your cheek as he passed, pulling on his own leather jacket and zipping it up. Glancing between both of your boyfriends, you decided to do your next tactic, tiptoeing over to Bucky as he waited for Steve to finish getting ready.

From only your expression, he knew you were up to something, particularly as you raised further on your toes, hands on his shoulders to kiss him gently on the lips, breathing in the faint scent of his aftershave mixed with his leather jacket. “You know… I think Steve’s just saying you can’t do the job by yourself Buckaroo”, you tease with a sly smile, eyes flicking between his crystal blue eyes.

Bucky laughed, his gloved hands cupping your cheeks tenderly, muttering against your lips, “nice try hot mama, but we are both still going”. He released his hold as you sighed in defeat, leaning into his chest as the brunette kissed your temple.

“Just please be careful and drive slowly, the snow from last night is starting to turn into ice and if anything happens I will personally trek through this winter storm and-”.

Any further threat was cut off as another warm body slide behind you, two hands gripping your hips, swiftly turning you on the spot and distracting you with soft lips which you melted into instantly. You could have stayed like that for the rest of the day but Steve pulled back first, amused at your flushed expression as he stroked a finger down your cheek.

“We’ll be careful, I promise”, Steve reassured, standing to his full height, passing the car keys to Bucky over your shoulder.

Bucky had a different reaction to your threats however as he whispered, “such a mother hen” into your ear, briskly kissing your cheek and opening the front door causing a shock of icy wind to brush over your skin. Turning, you leaned against the door, watching both men walking towards the car but Steve had one more reminder for you.

“You know that your little threat goes both ways. No leaving the house - or at least if you do, ask one of the guards out front to come with you just so you have someone to hold onto”.

“Wait, what’s that supposed to mean? My feet are very sturdy thank you” you glanced down at your sock-covered feet.

Both Steve and Bucky seemed to disagree with the deadpan expressions they both held as they looked at you, still not getting into the car. Bucky was the first to remind you, “you do remember a couple of months back-”

“Yes ok, one time I tripped over and scrapped my knee but that doesn’t make me a liability”.

“Did you also forget about the time in Montana-?”

“Fine there’s been more than a couple of times, but your lack of faith in me is really shocking boys”, you teased, not being able to hide the smile spreading across your face.

“We have all the faith in you baby” Steve agreed with his own smile, finally getting into the car.

“Yes, all the faith to fall over so please don’t leave the house!” Bucky shouted cheekily as he too climbed into the car, only to receive a playful shove from Steve as he started the car. Giving them one last wave before shutting the door and shivering, trying to feel any warmth.

Having the Rogers mafia leader and the second-in-command as your boyfriends did mean you led a very protected life which sometimes could be frustrating by rarely being alone. However, for the topic of today, you were fine with playing along with their requests, not wanting to be out in the cold at all.

For the next half an hour, you watched the car's location on your phone closely which was one of the perks of being with overprotective boyfriends. They wanted your location which means you could have theirs so could watch as they had arrived safely at the warehouse and then were swiftly followed up by a text from Bucky reiterating that they had arrived safely.

This meant you could relax for the day, put your feet up and not have a worry in the world. However, this was not how it proceeded as it was spent finishing the menial chores such as responding to emails, washing clothes and cleaning the house. It was also a nice distraction to keep busy, even though there were no potentially dangerous meetings, anything involving the gang could go wrong so instead of sitting and worrying, you liked to stay busy.

As the sun began to set and the evening rolled around, you decided to cook some chilli, something that could easily be left to simmer or reheated for when the boys returned. As you left the pot on the stovetop, you casually began emptying the trash bag, tying it up and walking towards the back door.

The frozen backyard was enough to have you standing and contemplating your next steps. The bin was only a few steps outside, and you’d only be outside for 30 seconds, it wasn’t like going for an actual walk and there was no way you’d call a guard to walk you to the trash bin.

This was the deciding factor for you, moving to find your trainers, not needing a coat as you were only going to be in and out quickly. Of course, however, the boys seemed to have a sixth sense as your phone began to ring and a picture of Bucky graced your screen.

“Hey Buckaroo,” you answered, smiling as you held the phone to your ear.

“Hello beautiful”, he answered, and you could almost hear his smile.

“Did everything go ok?” as you spoke, you multitasked by pulling your trainer onto your foot, and balancing the phone against your shoulder.

“Yeah, everything went peachy surprisingly. I was just calling to say we’re heading home soon”.

“Good! Please be careful driving, I think it’s snowed a little more since you left earlier - oh and I have some food ready for you both”.

“God I love you” he praised making you grin giddily.

“If I knew it was this easy to please you, I would cook more often” you responded, easing your other foot into the trainer.

“Oh trust me, mama, you please me in lots of different ways, especially when you flick your tongue right over-”

“Bucky! I know for a fact you’re surrounded by other people, can you not!” your whole body warmed at Bucky’s words.

Your boyfriend chuckled deeply down the phone, “trust me, it’s nothing they haven’t heard or seen before”. He had a very good point, but this wasn’t the point you were trying to make.

“Just- I-, I’ll see you later Bucky, drive safe please,” you tried to move on from the smutty talk and hang up.

But Bucky quickly asked, “what are you doing?” From his tone of voice, he had his suspicions, almost like he could see that your hand was on the back door’s lock.

“Cooking”.

“So you’ve not been outside?”

“No, I’ve been good and stayed in” you responded far too quickly, glancing around the kitchen area for any cameras that you definitely knew weren’t there.

“I’m shocked I thought you would have been outside just to prove a point”.

You tried to laugh convincingly, “your lack of faith in me is really starting to become offensive, Barnes”.

“Yeah well, I’m sure I’ll make it up to you with my own little tongue trick-”

“Alright I’m hanging up now! Have a safe drive both of you, love you”. Quickly you hung up to the sounds of Bucky laughing loudly. Damn that man and his wicked words because now not only were your cheeks warm but in between your legs were dampening.

Shaking your body, you tried to continue with your task of taking out the trash, the back door opened wide and the cold wind almost took your breath away. Luckily it wasn’t snowing anymore but there was a thick, icy layer on the floor that crunched underneath your trainers as you took a step outside, holding the trash tightly.

Just as predicted, it didn’t take you long to reach the trash bin, discarding of the bag into the container and then start the short journey back, the kitchen lights being the only luminosity that you had.

Only a couple of steps away from the door did your luck run out as the fresh covering of snow coated a puddle that had frozen over. It all happened so quickly that you hadn’t any time to put your arms out to soften the blow, instead as your feet slipped back, you managed to fall onto your side, your right arm tucked into your ribs which also meant it was the first thing to collide with the floor.

Not only this but as your elbow then took the impact of your ribs causing the wind to be knocked out of you, taking a minute before you were able to take in a breath of air and the pain was excruciating. It started in your wrist, travelling the length of your arm and down the right side of your rib cage.

As the initial shock wore off, it wasn’t long and you were crying from the pain, attempting to stand as adrenaline and the cold were causing you to shake which only made the pain worse. Somehow, you’d managed to walk your way back into the house, closing and locking the back door with your uninjured arm as silent tears rolled down your cheeks.

Trying not to lose composure completely and have a complete meltdown, you even managed to take off your trainers before walking into the bathroom and staring into the large mirror above the sink.

The entire right side of your body was drenched from lying in the snow, the whites of your eyes were red from crying and the wet streaks left behind by the tears were obvious to anyone that you were in pain. You’d been too scared to look at your wrist in case it was broken but from what you could see in the mirror, there wasn’t any obvious bone sticking out of the skin, thank god.

Beginning with your fingers, you moved each one slowly and then all together. Next was your hand which ached a little bit but again this wasn’t broken, but as you attempted to straighten your arm, you audibly shouted in pain as the burning hot sensation spiked through from your elbow to your shoulder.

Having dealt with Steve and Bucky and their multitude of injuries, you were sure there was nothing broken, possibly just a strain, needing to keep it wrapped up with some ice and painkillers. You attempted to sigh in relief but as you sucked in a deep breath, more aching pain shot through your ribs. Again you were sure there were no broken bones as the pain wasn’t as significant as how the elbow felt but it was enough that you’d be in discomfort for a while.

With your left hand, you began to clean your face, attempting to brighten yourself up and then returning back to the kitchen to take some Advil and check the food wasn’t burning which thankfully it wasn’t.

Then it dawned on you. Steve and Bucky.

Luckily your clothes were beginning to dry from the heat on the stovetop but how were you expected to hide this injury from them? And should you even keep this a secret, maybe they wouldn’t freak out if they heard you sprained your elbow?

Ok that was a lie, of course, they were going to overreact, as well as being injured from something they explicitly asked you not to do and it was embarrassing, if they could go without knowing you had slipped over, that would be wonderful. All you needed were a few days as you contemplated the excuses, making yourself feel sick with the nerves that were building.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed loudly, knowing there was no use. Whenever you were around either man they were always touching you, no excuse would stop them. If it was your period they would be massaging your abdomen to help the cramps. If you said you were feeling unwell, they would lie in bed with you, stroking your hair and being at your side until you felt better. There was nothing Steve and Bucky wouldn’t do for you so you’d have to just face the consequences for your actions.

Switching off the stove and leaving the food to sort out later, your hands began to tremble slightly as you decided to call them and tell them, at least you wouldn't have to say it to their faces. Steve would most likely be driving so you clicked on Bucky’s name, lifting the phone to your ear as a heavy sensation filled your stomach, biting your lip to try and distract yourself.

The first ring hadn’t even finished before his gruff voice was answering, “we really have to stop meeting like this Doll, people are going to think you like me” Bucky teased.

You attempted a half-laugh under your breath, he always found a way of making you feel at ease. “Wouldn’t want them thinking that” you responded quietly, staring at a spot on the floor.

“What’s up anyway, sweet mama?” he asked casually.

“How far away are you?” you asked, feeling the full weight of your anxiety throughout your body, feeling almost nauseous.

“Only a couple of minutes, just a block or two away now. I told you we weren’t going to be long”, he politely reminded you. “Why? Did you need anything from the shops or something?”

You found yourself shaking your head rather than answering, not entirely sure what to say. Apparently, you had not answered for a suspicious amount of time because Bucky spoke up again, sounding worried. “Sweetheart? Is everything ok?”

In the background, you could hear Steve as he asked, “put her on speaker. Honey? What’s wrong?” he sounded more serious than Bucky had.

You could feel your eyes filling with tears again as your nerves got the better of you, “don’t be mad at me”.

 “Mama you’re scaring us, what’s wrong?” Bucky was using his “work voice now”, with no hint of sarcasm or joy as you could hear the car’s engine revving louder in the background to show that Steve had begun driving faster.

“Don’t rush, please be careful still, I’m ok! Well I’m not but I um- fuck!” you exclaimed, your anxiety causing you to stutter and panic more. “I did something stupid and I don’t want to tell you because you’re going to be mad at me but I also can’t hide it either” you rushed out, still pacing across the kitchen.

“Baby girl, I’m going to need you to take a deep breath for me and try and explain what's going on, do I need to get some of the guards to come in?” Steve asked. You tried to take some deep breaths but this only caused the ache to return to your ribs.

“No, it’s ok, I don’t need them. I just wanted to tell you on the phone because I don’t think I could say it in person because it’s embarrassing and you told me not to and-”

“You went outside didn’t you”, it was Bucky who made the point and you hated how quick it was for him to guess that you’d done something you’d been told not to.

“Yes”, you whispered into the phone, tears still slipping down your cheeks.

You’d expected them to groan in exasperation or even laugh at your stupidity but they didn’t, both asking questions along the lines of, “are you hurt? Do you need an ambulance? Have you hit your head? Are you ok?”

“I didn’t hit my head and I don’t need an ambulance, I think I’ve just sprained my elbow and bruised my ribs that’s all,” you explained to them.

“We’re just pulling into the drive now mama, can you still move your fingers?” he continued the conversation, even as you heard them exiting the car outside.

“Yes, and I can move my hand still”, you began walking towards the front door sheepishly as it opened, Steve rushing through first followed by Bucky who hung up the phone. You weren’t sure what to have expected, maybe a frown of displeasure or anger but instead, it was only worry as their eyes frantically searched you up and down.

“I’m sorry” was your automatic response, wishing you could run and hug them both but not wanting to move your arm and risk the pain. Steve reached you first, cupping both of your cheeks, his thumb wiping away any of the tears that were still there.

“Shh, it’s ok, just show us where it hurts,” he said in a much softer tone than anticipated. Glancing down at your arm that was still kept close to your side to reduce the pain, you wiggled the fingers of the injured hand.

“It’s this one but as I said, I don’t think it’s broken, I can still move it but it just really hurts”.

Bucky delicately placed your hand in his, inspecting every inch of skin with his eyes first then his own fingers, checking for any lumps or tender spots. Once satisfied, he too agreed that it was most likely a sprain, even noticing that the area had begun to swell slightly. “Think it’ll be best to wrap it up and place your arm in a sling to stop it moving as much, maybe some ice as well to help with the swelling”.

So this was exactly what the two of them did. Over the next half an hour, they helped you out of your shirt which became too painful to manoeuvre off so Steve ripped it off instead, promising to buy a new one. Then Bucky delicately wrapped the area and placed your arm into a sling, before helping one of their larger plain t-shirts over your head the wrapped arm remaining inside of the t-shirt.

Then after returning downstairs, Bucky dished up the chilli you’d cooked earlier, as Steve placed some ice into a towel and helped to hold it against your arm. This he did for the entirety of the meal, even after you’d said it would be fine and could do it after, he insisted on holding it to the injured area.

Sometime later, you were in a warm sandwich on the couch, Bucky to your left and Steve to your right, careful as to not touch your arm or rib, the TV showing some random show that Bucky had been recommended by Sam.

“Thank you, for not freaking out about my arm and not being angry with me”, you said glancing between your two boyfriends with a thankful and relieved smile.

“I don’t know why you always assume the worst of us, we’d never be angry with you mama”, Bucky’s voice was gentle, his own smile glistening in the shallow light. 

“It’s not assuming the worst, it’s just the whole ‘I told you so’ scenario spiralled in my head. I mean, I’d be angry if you didn’t drive carefully and got into an accident”.

Steve’s finger delicately traced over your jawbone as he leaned down to kiss your temple, mumbling against your forehead, “I’d love to see you try and be angry with us”. You raised an eyebrow at his teasing, looking towards him as his lips dipped to gently caress yours before he continued on. “Anyway, we don’t need to say I told you so for you to feel the repercussions for your actions and ignoring our warnings”.

Your smile dropped, pulling away from his kiss to try and get a better understanding of what this meant. “What repercussions?”

Steve leaned back fully, watching the TV as he spoke. “Well of course you need to heal, and that’s going to take quite a few days by the looks of things which means no touching.”

No touching… what was he talking about? You found yourself frowning now, looking at the mafia boss. “What do you mean no touching?”

It was Bucky who spoke next though, his metal hand moving a few strands of hair away from your face as he addressed you. “Exactly what he said, no. touching.”

“But you’re touching me now, I don’t understand-”.

Oh.

Oh no.

“But….but that part of me isn’t injured?” It felt like you were watching tennis with how fast you were turning your head between Steve and Bucky who were both smirking as they watched the TV.

“Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart,” Steve asked in a light tone, clearly finding the situation funny.

“But I can’t, my ribs hurt”.

“Exactly, do you really think you could handle one of us, let alone both of us fucking you? Now, we could use our mouths, a couple of fingers or even a toy but that’s only going to hurt you more when you’re taking deep breaths to scream our names”.

Even just talking about it was causing you to feel turned on, thighs rubbing together just thinking about all of those scenarios, all of which apparently you would not be experiencing until you felt better.

“But…but that’s not fair, I think I could handle it!” you sounded unbelievably needy but you didn’t care.

“Shall we test out that theory? If we take you upstairs and you flinch or gasp in pain, even once, neither of us will be making you cum until you are better” Bucky threatened but you were past the point of no return, needing to feel him, watching his hands on your body so you were instantly agreeing, letting them help you to stand.

It was definitely not the most attractive you’d ever looked getting ready for bed, deciding to keep the t-shirt on as it meant your arm could stay close to your chest but Steve had to help pull your joggers, panties and socks off as it was difficult with only the one arm.

Finally, however, you were lying in the middle of the bed, and a leg was thrown over Bucky’s shoulder as he ran his tongue up your dripping cunt. Your ribs were already aching from breathing at a faster rate but the flicks that the tip of his warm tongue, something he had promised to do earlier on the phone, were distracting you enough from the pain.

He was taking it nice and slow, making sure to touch every area between your legs with his mouth, building your arousal up but it already felt like you were going to orgasm. Bucky could also tell from where he was between your legs, his eyes watching your every moan and movement, the same with Steve whose lap your head was laid in.

You were trying to relax your face as you desperately wanted to flinch but you were so so close, just a few more minutes. This was when Bucky decided to seal his lips around your clit and suck, causing you to both suck in a deep breath and arch your back.

Not only did you scrunch your face up but also hissed from the pain, reaching with your good arm to hold your ribs.

Bucky was instantly moving away, making sure you were ok but now you were shouting in frustration for another reason. “No, please! Don’t stop I was so close!”

Steve tutted above you, stroking your cheek, “we did warn you, baby girl, we just need to make sure you’re feeling better first”.

It felt like you were being punished for something, and in a way, you were but to be edged so closely to have it all taken away and for this to go on for a few days! You were half tempted to lock yourself away in the bathroom and finish it yourself but they also would be kicking down the door to stop you.

Admitting defeat, you sulked further up the bed, wanting to just go to sleep and forget about the whole ordeal. Even worse was having to lie on your back to protect your arm and ribs which meant that you couldn’t be properly spooned by either boyfriend, only having room for Steve to place one arm across your thighs.

Just as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep, Steve’s fingers began to wander up and down the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

“Steve stop that” you whispered tiredly, clenching your thighs together and trapping his fingers.

“Hmm?”

He stopped for only a few minutes before continuing his actions which were causing small bursts of pleasure to spark in your abdomen. This time you batted away his hand causing him to chuckle.

“Stop that, you know I’m sensitive there, I thought you said no touching”.

“Maybe we should have been more specific. Remember when we said there would be repercussions, maybe we wouldn’t be saying ‘I told you so’ but you did do something stupid even after we told you not to for exactly this reason, and you get hurt. So I stand by no orgasms but these touches? These are your punishments for not listening”.

24 hours later and you were wishing they’d come home angry instead, wished that they had shouted at you or said I told you so because this punishment was near torture for your pussy.

Neither went to work the next day, instead, they continued to look after you, checking over your arm which was still slightly swollen and still very painful and once it was rebandaged, the torment continued.

It started in little ways, a hand high on the thigh whilst sitting at the table for breakfast, lingering kisses up the column of your neck or eyes wondering too low along the neckline in a suggestive manner that all had your cheeks burning and panties dampening. However, as the day progressed it only increased which only made it more difficult as they were being so caring in other ways such as helping hands to stand, being cooked for, helping to get changed or getting painkillers whenever you asked.

By the time it was bedtime, their teasing had reached a new level of torment however after finishing brushing your teeth, you found both of your boyfriends lying on the covers, completely naked, mouths gaped open in loud moans as they wanked themselves off.

Your eyes were wide and unblinking as you moved from watching Steve, taking in every detail of his naked body, over to Bucky who you now realised was moaning your name.

Your knees felt unsteady and they pumped both of their cocks, a light sheen of sweat coating their bodies, something you wish you could lick up, as well as the small drips of precum on the tips of their cocks.

“Like what you see?” Steve asked, snapping you out of the horny trance you seemed to be stuck in.

“This- this isn’t fair!” you shouted, watching as Steve thrust his hips up to meet his fist, wish it was your mouth he was thrusting into, wanting nothing more than to taste him.

Not being able to watch anymore, you quickly returned to the bathroom and shut the door, hoping to drown out the noises they were both creating but they were still very audible so you also turned on the tap.

Even then you could still hear their deep moans and you desperately tried to pull down your joggers but the movements only caused pain to flare up in your still-healing ribs and arm. You sighed aggressively, unbelievably horny and frustrated and not able to do a single thing about it so you sat on the toilet lid and hoped the next few days would fly by.

Of course, it didn’t though and with their teasing it seemed to make the days drag by and at one point, you’d even begun to feel slightly floaty from being so horny. The overwhelming sensations in your abdomen and in between your legs were driving you insane and as the fourth day was coming to an end and the word “daddy” began to slip from your lips, Steve and Bucky decided maybe they would tease as much as they had been.

By the sixth day, your ribs were feeling a lot better, even being able to stretch as you woke up. Your arm was still tender when moving but it didn’t need to be in a sling anymore, the sprain having been quite mild in comparison.

Still, however, you continued with the day, trying to distract from the uncomfortable feeling in your cunt and having a restless night's sleep once more.

On the seventh day, your ribs were nearly back to normal and you could move your arm as you had before, maybe you couldn’t rest your weight on it but this was as best as it was going to be.

Steve and Bucky were still sleeping on either side of you, and as you turned on your side to look at Steve on his side facing towards the centre of the bed, you could feel how drenched in between your legs were. Your juices had spread over the top of your thighs and ruined your pyjama shorts.

Hating the sensation, you tried to shuffle out of them in the centre of the bed, thankful that you were finally able to use your other arm to do so. Your movements were not subtle either, hoping to wake either of your boyfriends.

Thankfully this master plan worked as Steve grunted, “what are you doing baby?”

You didn’t answer, instead reaching for his hand and bringing it up to your thighs, letting him feel your arousal. He peaked one eye open at the wet sensation, a cunning smirk creeping across his lips, “did someone have a good dream?” he teased.

Once again you didn’t say anything, your thoughts on one thing only as you moved down his naked body which was also another punishment that she had to sleep in clothes and they slept naked, feeling their warm soft bodies against her side but not being able to touch. Until now that is as your mouth was finally level with one of the objects you desired most and his flaccid cock was being sucked into your mouth

Steve sucked in air quickly, cursing under his breath and then he was pulling back your head as you could already see his cock hardening. This didn’t stop you however as you pushed back on his hips so he was now lying on his back, batting away his hands, crawling to sit between his legs and continues to suck his cock.

With your once pained arm, you held down one of his wrists that was starting to make its way to pulling you off him again and then it clicked for him

“I see someone is feeling better” he muttered before groaning and closing his eyes as your tongue lapped up the underside of his now fully erect cock. “Fuck you’re good at that”, his praises were like music to your ears as his hand settled lightly on your head as you began to take his length into your throat, trying to take every inch of him, needing to taste everything he had to offer.

“Well good morning to you two” Bucky’s deep morning voice had your attention snapping towards him as he watched you closely, his attention on your arm that was still holding down one of Steve’s wrists. Releasing Steve’s cock with an audible pop, your eyes drifted lower on Bucky, seeing the visible tent under the sheet, smiling slightly at the awaiting treat.

“What do you want mama?” Bucky asked, sitting up, causing the sheet to pool around his hips.

“I want you both”, you admitted desperately, eyes flicking between the blonde and brunette.

“Come and sit on Daddy's lap, that way you can taste Bucky and still have me, baby” Steve demanded, sitting up as well, helping as you were instantly moving to sit in his lip, not wasting another second as your hand wrapped around his cock and aimed it for your awaiting entrance.

Your dripping arousal was all the lube you needed as you sat on his cock, the girth stretching you out completely, eyes rolling to the back of your head in overwhelming desire.

Again, you weren’t waiting around, needing them both now so as your cunt adjusted to Steve’s cock, you reached out for Bucky who was standing on the bed so his hard member which was throbbing in the air, was now eye level with you.

Hungrily you reached for it, pulling him straight towards your mouth, starting with a long lick up the underside before flicking the tip of your tongue over the head of his cock causing him to grit his teeth in pleasure, “fuck I have missed that tongue of yours”.

You grinned before taking a couple of inches into his mouth and sucking whilst simultaneously beginning to move your hips up and down Steve’s cock.

This had to be the closet you’d been to being in charge, normally at the complete submission to them both but the days of teasing had caused any sort of sanity to leave your body, your arousal doing the only thinking for you now.

The boys were just as eager to help you out as Bucky held back any hair that was getting in the way, and Steve began to move your hips up and down, your juices causing obscene noises to come from between your legs but it only matched perfectly to the ones coming from your throat.

You tried to take as much of Bucky’s cock into your throat as you could before gagging and the moans he was producing as he stared down at you were pure perfection. But before long you were pulling away, having to suck in air quickly, not having time to ask permission before shouting, “I'm cuming!”

You had to hold onto Steve’s shoulders tightly as your body was rocked with your first orgasm in a week, your cunt contracting around his cock in waves that last longer than usual.

You were thankful for Steve as he basically held you up, waiting patiently for you to catch your breath, kissing along your shoulder causing shivers to erupt through your body. “Do you want to have a break?” Steve asked gently.

Shaking your head against his shoulder, you responded, “I want you both to cum inside of me, please sir”. 

He chuckled, kissing you just below the ear where you were most sensitive, feeling your cunt tighten around him. “I’m sure we can both do that for our best girl” he praised, wrapping both arms around your back, and switching positions, lying you in the centre of the bed and this was where you stayed.

It started with Steve, you thought he was going to continue fucking you but instead he dropped his face between your legs, lapping up all the extra juices you’d produced, not stopping until you were cuming again before he finally began to fuck you again.

Starting slow and then building up the pace until your hips were slapping together, his large thumb brushing back and forth against your clit until your third orgasm was trembling through your body. Enough so that you’d not even noticed that Steve had came with you, his hot seed dripping out of you and onto the sheets below as smiled happily up at him.

Steve leaned down, kissing your lips once before rolling off and watching his best friend, move to take over his position.

Bucky took a minute to appreciate your body, his metal hand gliding over the skin causing goosebumps to appear. “I’ve been waiting all week for this” he grunted as he too dropped his face between your legs and instantly was sucking your already oversensitive clit into his mouth, much like he had seven days before.

Your guttural scream echoed around your bedroom, hands gripping his hair tightly, keeping him them. Bucky licked up every drop of Steve’s cum from your cunt before inching two of his fingers in and as he curled them, his mouth and tongue played with your clit.

With all the previous stimulation it wasn’t long before you screamed out his name in pleasure experiencing yet another orgasm. It took a while for you to catch your breath after this one but you still wanted Bucky to also cum inside of you, “please sir, I still want you!”

He was more than happy to complete your request as he knelt between your legs, lifting one of them up until your foot rested on his shoulder and then he was easing his cock into your sensitive hole.

Your bodies moved frantically, and you desperately tried to reach him with your hands so he repositioned himself so you could wrap both legs around his waist, using his forearm strength to rest on either side of your head. His hips continue to move at a quick pace as he plunged his tongue into your mouth, mixing the taste of him and Steve’s cum with your taste and you were moaning in a constant stream, fingers gripping into his hips.

Bucky gasped loudly, pulling away from the kiss to rest his forehead on yours as your cunt desperately fluttered around his cock, nearly yet another orgasm. He knew it was most likely your last before you needed a rest so he frantically demanded, “don’t cum, not yet hot mama, I’m so close, just a little bit longer”.

You grunted in exasperation, needing that release and tried to will your body to do as you wanted but it was no use. “I- I can’t, I’m going to cum Bucky”.

“Ah, that’s ok baby, I’m cuming, cum with me, that's a good girl, fuck!” You had to push yourself away from Bucky your cunt contracted that hard and was so sensitive, causing his streams of cum to cover your abdomen but you didn’t care. Your entire body felt like it was floating in euphoria, everything felt perfect and truly satisfied, the sensation you’d been wanting all week.

In your exhaustion, you hadn’t heard anything Steve and Bucky had said between one another. Only noticing when a warm flannel was being brushed between your legs to try and clean you, a feeling that you tried to get away from but Steve was quick to calm you, “shh it’s ok, I’m just cleaning you, just relax”.

You did as instructed, allowing him to clean the rest of you off including the drying streaks of Bucky’s cum.

Bucky on the other hand had returned with a glass of water, encouraging you to drink it all and then climbing back into bed, pulling you into his side. Steve also did the same, his fingers grazing over your naked spine in a comforting manner. 

“That’s the last time I ever don’t listen to you both,” you mumbled against Bucky’s chest, half asleep.